Goodbye My Lover

*knocks, repeatedly*
Hi, I've missed writing. I miss my old life where I got the inspiration to write, more often. But I understand now that there is no old or new life. How my life was, it will remain. And how my life is, it will remain. Upto me to search for inspiration.

I sincerely hope to not break any hearts by the title of this post. Its just the song I was listening to when I felt like writing this.

I am a man of few words and over the years I've asked myself if this has to change. But I think Im happy where I am. Whether Im happy how I got here, or whether Im sure about what's next, is another discussion entirely. One that Id willingly have, face-to-face.

I aim for this to be a short post. I dont feel too creative. All I feel now is an unrest. All other times in my life, I was somehow satisfied if the clock ticked and if the stomach burped.

But now, I see things differently.

I want to do something. Not just pass off as that random guy at the bus-stand. Or that dude you saw in the corridor the other day.

Id say ambition is an exaggerated way of calling it. And boredom, too common a way to describe it.

I've bin trying to think of a word to describe this unsatisfied hunger. Maybe Im just hungry haha.

But seriously, Id like it if there were things to do. Things to look forward to that involved more "true" involvement. There's a monotony in my monotony now. My bus rides arent as interesting as they were. And Im certainly not writing enough to keep me satisfied. So what do I do to make happy into happier? Do I start taking the train? Or am I missing the point entirely?


And sometimes nostalgia is just like that person who you never wanted to call, so they end up calling you every day. I wish I would walk to Shatti beach every now and then. Or maybe just drop by home and grab some proper home cooked grub. But..

What kind of people would we be if we got all we asked for?

And maybe I've made peace with the answer to that question. Can you?

Good Luck,

V

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Now Reading - Shantaram - Gregory David Roberts

Now Listening - Revisiting Motherjane and Coldplay. And a wee bit of Incubus.

Now Feeling - Uh, homesick?