Getting Lost

There is a certain excitement in being lost. Wandering with just yourself and some random thoughts in your head. Feeling the breeze cool-off some of the apprehensions the new and undiscovered places come up with. Finding yourself stand aside from people who are doing their usual chores, somewhat in a programmed  manner. Talking to strangers and getting a smile back and well, even some concern for the occasional coughing that just doesn't sound right with all the wellness around. Having left back at the guest house all the electronics, which some might call a rescue with the GPS, it is only instinct and well, belief that makes one take the next few steps and navigate through unknown buildings and roads.

I think sometimes the mind, and furthermore, the heart requires getting lost.

Weed

Its never about the weed, it never was. Just the people around.

Cassatta

I had promised myself that I would celebrate my first salary by having a cassatta ice-cream. Six years it took me to fulfill it since I made that promise to myself. I had it yesterday. And it didn't taste as sweet and as fulfilling as I had expected.