I Was Brought To My Senses..!

A few hours to go till an unplanned trip to Gokarna (Karnataka) and South Goa. Very abrupt. A perfect end to a year spent backpacking and shifting all possible forms of luggage. 4 of us, with hardly an explanation for idiocy.

2007.

A surprisingly satisfactory year. Probably the best to have happened since 2001. Or maybe the awkward 2003 had its moments but this time around, everything was treated in grandiose fashion.
A silent Januray, mostly spent at work and Vasant Vihar and included a quick trip to Khajuraho and Jhansi and February brought along with it nearly 3 car accidents. March was the usual, with all plans to leave Delhi stemming up and further deliberations on Europe. I fell for her, completely, though to not much avail, in April, which was spent drinking and Euro Planning. May has been spoken about every time and I won't forget a bit of it that easily, selective amnesia apart. The whole month was joy. From loss to life. Music to my mind. It had it all. A continent in 30 days. Solo. June was quick with shifting and July onwards is covered in the previous. There was nothing which now seems amiss through the year. Assuming I had traveled just one airline to every place this year, i would have gathered enough miles to travel to and fro anywhere. But there was non anticipated sadness too. Death. Too many people this year. The depression existed through most of the days, an estimated 300 days of the year involved intoxication and many more spent in mere discovery. Nonchalance in thoughts and letting it happen as it did.

2008

I do not wish to look forward to it. It won't better this year. No future year will, I am so sure of it. I can state "I have lived" but there are a few things left to finish. Mid next year maybe.

And Benazir Bhutto is dead. An expected shock. I am happy for her. She was stressing herself too much in the news anyway. And she could have easily wailed life away in luxury back in England. She made the effort and they did the rest. I'd like to know how Nawaz Sharif it taking it right now.

Debris.

I need to fill more space than I am currently filling.

Bombay.

So, she bled as she past by him. Had he waited a bit more, had she not come up to him first, had she not wanted to, had he not held out on false promises, over, it would have been, easily.

Now, she sticks like she shouldn't. It gets difficult explaining. In the corridor, over the phone, a never ending drove of talk, he has had enough.

Next night, she has left for home and he is not so sure if she would be required anymore.