Here’s to the onset of yet another monsoon of my life, of a promise to hold on to life even when it enveloped with the darkest clouds, of reminding myself that the darkest clouds bring the most beautiful rains. And I will forever dance and drench myself in the beauty of the rains.
Life, as we all know in our own ways, is a strange thing – both the presence and absence of it. As I was basking in the joy of the ‘presence’ of it doing what I love most, traveling, I was hit with the ‘absence’ bit – I lost my father. That was life showing a new face, the face of suddenness, that surrounds you with the imperceptible veil of an awkward… Read More