A Walk Down Memory Lane
In six days it’ll be exactly a year since I left home, in seven days a year since I left Bhutan and in nine days a year since I reached here. But it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long…… it feels like it’s been longer, way longer, than that. Sundays used to be my favorite part of the week, not because it was a day off from everything or I was going to do something new or travel somewhere. It was because I ended up doing the same thing every week on Sundays. The days started as one would expect Sundays to start; opening the eyes to an already bright yellow sun. After a lazy breakfast-lunch fusion I ended up doing nothing or having no plan at all. So I would sit myself in front of the tele and wander into the wilderness of the modern jungle. And then out of nowhere something would prick me and I would suddenly start moving myself around the house like I have a purpose. Then I would find myself all set to head out somewhere, or rather, anywhere. Ear pieces plugged in, scrolling th...