Long time, no see.

Time heals everything. Fresh deep wounds turn into scars of the past. And then the scars begin to fade as well. The pain goes away, only faint marks remain.

If you are lucky, you meet a certain someone, who knows the accurate methods of helping you heal in a less painful manner.    
And if you are extremely lucky, you have more than just that one person, like a small gang of doctors working on you.

Times when you feel lost in all the new things that life has thrown at you.
Despite the excitement, happiness and contentment, you still miss something... Maybe what you miss is you. Because it's when things are out of order and life is in mess that you interact with yourself more and fathom yourself better. Maybe it's the chase you miss. Chasing your dreams.
Yes...
Living your dreams is an ecstatic feeling indeed. But when you are actually living it, you do miss the chase. You miss your journey.
Then... It's time to dream further. It's time to embark on a new journey.

The winter is good this year. The nights are chilly. I love cold. I love it when my skin wears millions of gooseberries. The air smells different, it feels good.

And...
Dear 2014,
Thank you for all that you have bestowed me with. The lovely places. The beautiful people. The learnings. The work. The love. I cannot be more grateful for it.
And for the bad experiences, the losses, the pain, the tears... I forgive you.
There are no qualms, no regrets.

Hoping 2015 to be as beautiful. :)

Moving on...
Love feels great. But it's too hard to not lose yourself in love. And that's a challenge, being in absolute love with someone while not forgetting to love yourself.
I like challenges. ;)

Listening to Amit Trivedi - M TV Unplugged (Season 4)
What an artist! What an artist!
I am in love with his music. Very passionately!

I feel caged. 

I cannot sit on this chair, in front of this laptop anymore. 

I don't want a return journey ticket to my workplace.

I don't want to walk from the station to my house.

I cannot do this anymore.

No... no more chaos. No more faces. No more voices. 

This phone is sucking the life out of me. 

The calls, emails, messages...

There's a need to disconnect.

I miss myself. I am not able to talk to myself. It's been a while now.

I cannot do this anymore... 

There's a need to break free. 

Even if for a day. 

It's imperative. 

Death... 

I am afraid of attachments. Old and new. 

Should I treasure the love that exists?

Or should I not love at all?

What would be more painful, memories or deprivation?

I don't know...  

That copywriter chick - 7

No. 6 still lies in my drafts. I never published it.

Sigh...

So, I am working somewhere new. This place is bigger than my previous employment, size-wise and salary-wise.

The work is good. It is too much. So much so that 24 hours in a day seem less. And I don't get any time for travel writing.
I remember complaining earlier about not getting to do enough advertising writing and investing more time in travel writing. Well, the tables have turned now.

This place provides good exposure. They have good clients and the scope of work is quite wide. So I am happy with the growth and learning it is offering me.

The only problem here is the unhealthy work atmosphere.

It's been a month and half, I still haven't adapted to the practices of this agency.

I am having a hard time dealing with the stress. It is taking a toll on my personal life.

.............

Childhood.

The other day at work, everybody was sharing stories about their childhood. The pranks they played and blunders they made as kids.

It all seemed so different then. While all that was transpiring, we never thought these would become our epic childhood moments and fondest memories.

All of us heard everyone's stories with such keenness, we wanted to know what happened next. It was a room full of smiles and warmth. I could see their juvenile avatars.

Yes, it was the same room where fights and arguments take place everyday. These were the same people who talk condescendingly about each other.

Childhood. Its memories are powerful enough to exude innocence and affection.

I wish we remembered that we were children once. That our hearts used to ooze innocence. That grudges never lasted for more than a few minutes. That smiling was our second nature. That love was for all. That friendship came naturally to us.

I wish...
Why do we wish so much!

Somethings in life deserve a magnified view.

It could make world a better place to live. 

When all your demons are chasing you. You are trying to run as fast as possible. But you know the right to do is to stop running and face them. But somehow you are not able to gather the courage to do it. Perhaps you are more exhausted than afraid.

Jealousy. Envy. Covetousness.
Such a negative emotion. So black. So painful. So human.
It has the power to kill the sanity of your mind.
It is strong enough to turn you into a person you once abhorred.

City lights