Across The Universe And Back

There is something about Fiona Apple’s voice that urges you to think. And her borrowed song managed to make me write after a long time. And now my mind wrestles as it tries to decide where to start from. Tube light and grafitti on the wall that wake up to my smile everyday. A familiar breath. The permanence in the temporary. And friends for life.
Of firsts and crossed boundaries. And the present that makes me forget the future. Even new jobs.

Dharamshala in all its Tibetan glory was as good as it could get. And it’s good to be back in my cocoon for the last time. It’s now time to share a warm cup of coffee and Rufus Wainwright with my Hitchhiker’s guide. Oh, romance at short notice is my forte!