a memoir of etchings and wanderings
I can barely remember what I was feeling, this time last year. I recall a vague anxiety with a pinch of excitement. But that’s about it. But I know for sure that today marks a whole year of me moving away from home to live in the United States. A year that has been oddly educating and definitely humbling. I…missed being amidst loved ones during festivals, family dinners and important … Continue reading “From May to May…” →
Franklin D. Roosevelt once said, “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” I believe that everyone fears something. The important thing is to know that in your heart, and never let it consume you. That’s what I try to do with mine. – I’m afraid of losing loved ones. So much that I block the thought consciously from my mind every time it slips in. – I … Continue reading “Day 7# Phobia” →
You know that feeling when there’s so much you want to do but there seems to be strings tying you down? That terrible ache when you see the world doing things that you’ve dreamt of? That sinking thought which enters your head sometimes and whispers – “Maybe it’ll never happen for you.”? That disappointment you feel when you’ve planned an entire trip and then have to erase … Continue reading “World, Hold On…” →
This week has the makings of things I will remember for a while. Going to and fro between Gurgaon and Kolkata two times over. Incessant rainfall. A whole lot of goodbyes. Change. To say that I am terrified, is an understatement.