Left Bombay on 6 July to fly to Bruxelles (an awaited vacation). This post is due since then only with a different bent.

Words, so many that the struggle to fit the screen, just right, is nerve aching.
The thought was to leave the city, country, my people, my routine, my hassles, my traumas back home and go have the time of my life in this mini vacation that came at a time when the need to breakaway was/is at its peak.

New place, different and beautiful, stark new faces, fresh air, beer more than water, its all a pretty picture, yet the feeling of something amiss doesn’t leave me, continues to linger on in the backdrop of traveling adventurously to nouveau landscapes.

This seems like a sojourn to a destination I have been seeking for long now. Heart says, I don’t want to go back to the place I belong to, mind says, that is where I belong and that is where I have my dues to pay. I still have some days left here, of exploration, of contemplation, of putting myself on a new track of life, of gathering the pieces of a shattered life. The questions, unanswered exist still; I see them dissolve with passing time, I see a resolve within the transit, from point of exit to point of heading to someplace.

Deep within, they are rooted strong, the memories that shaped my life, deep within I want to burry them till I see no glimpse of the one-upon-a-time sight.

Sitting miles away from my life back in Bombay, I am unable to detach, and mind runs back to the familiar turf, to the same ole sorrows, to the overwhelming sense of loss. Sleeping miles away from home, I dream of the same dreams I had back then. Thinking miles away from my ground, thoughts of yesterday haunt still.

--Had a very different thought to type out, landed up with a tangential one. Until next post, where I shall write about my time here and now.