Oblivion

I cry every time I leave goa. Life is so different from what I imagined it would be back in college. I can’t stress enough on the how different part people. And not just like, how different I have become, for the better of course. Life is not bad, life is half decent, but just not what 22-year-old me thought it would be like. Goa is my innocence, I was a naïve little kid, drinking and eating fries and having fun. Ooh and cheese garlic naan. Can’t forget cheese garlic naan. Goa and BITS, they are home. They hold so much, and they have given me so so much. I am indebted forever. People often ask me its been three years since I graduated, and I am still that excited to go back. It just a different world there, a different time, a familiar yet different feeling. So, recently I have been exploring the mountains, going trekking, sitting by the streams, driving through them clouds, the whole thing. And I have to say, it’s wonderfully different. I have been on a couple of trips a

ज़िन्दगी है चौराहा नहीं भीड़ नहीं चाहिए इन रास्तो मे मुलाकते तोह हुई मुलाकातों के संग थोड़ी बातें भी हुई रोकेगे न हम तुमको कुछ यही समझ कर जाईये ज़िन्दगी है चौराहा नहीं भीड़ नहीं चाहिए नेक हो अगर इरादे तोह कुछ पल तुम रुक जाना वरना जिस रास्ते से आये वही वापस चले जाइये ज़िन्दगी है चौराहा नहीं भीड़ नहीं चाहये