In Exile...
It's a life in exile - a life that I chose, for which I can blame none but myself. I needed this nevertheless... this break from the chaos, the confusion, the contoversies my life always always found on its way to nowehere.
One day, I left, with a promise never to return again. "It's not about how many kilometers, it's about how many years away I will be from India. Time is the distance. I'll be several several years away," I said, before walking down that narrow passage towards the airplane.
I promise. I promise, I will break the promise.
posted by Once the Conman at 10:22 PM
6 Comments:
Make some friends, conman. It's just loneliness that's getting to you.
yeah, barbecues on the beach, some dune bashing, will make you feel better.
But take it from me, its been 10 years and I am still homesick. It never goes away. And if you are young, don't spend these years in them there places.
Feel free to break a promise that u made on urself, cos then and now or future are in different phase of time altogether...whatever happened and decision that u made was just right for that period..we change and so do circumstances...thus...
Cowlick: Making friends isn't easy here. In fact it's near impossible.
Gypsy: If I have a barbecue (typo. definitely) i'll roast. This is a desert! Maybe in the winter.
Don't a few dives already though (scuba).
Annckay: This won't be the first promise I'll be breaking. So I know its perfectly ok to break a promise. For, every promise is anyway a lie.
How many promises do we really get to keep in life. Think of it as a journey, making you, moulding you , just a short spell in your life really.. One day you'll look back for sure..Making friends.. I honestly believe you really don't get to pick your friends, take it as it comes.
There's comfort in the chaos, I tell you.
=)
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