On saying Bye Bye London...

Finally it's time to go home,after a year of sabbatical. More studies,work...I dunno what is in store next. A friend asked me whether I wasn't sad to leave some place where I have lived for almost two years now,made memories... I said to him that variety is the essence of life right, so why be sad about it...I'll go to a new place now and make new memories...

I am sad to leave London...but then so was I to leave Pune...and to leave home before that...I have had a great time here...had a lot of experiences-great,good,bad and ugly- met a lot of truly wonderful people and as he had said...made memories,which will last longer than lifetimes...I am equally happy at the thought of going home after a long time,of the thought of celebrating an Onam at home after 5 years...I am terrified about going to a whole new place,meeting a lot of new people,try to fit in...do all that dance all over yet again...I am excited about the prospect of not knowing what tomorrow might bring...So basically,I have no clue what I am feeling,I am in a daze caused by a multitude of emotions.

I haven't even started packing yet. My room mate just gave me grief about that. I hate packing...not only because it is a lot of work,also because it has a finality of sorts...It brings you to a point from where there is no immediate return...

I hate goodbyes...I am dreading the possibility of saying goodbye to London...We have been in a relationship for almost 2 years now...and have been faithful to each other (mostly,that is, because I did slip and go visit a few places in between,though not many...lol)...And now it is over,at least for the time being. Maybe we will pick up where we left off one of these days...Here's to London and me...and all the good times we had...and all the bad times we had :) 

What dreams are made of...

I have a ring. It says love. It changes colour from deep blue to light greenish yellow. It has all the colours on a peacock's tail.

There is something about bright colours,that makes me feel better instantly,no matter how bad my mood is. The brighter,the better. There are these light-globes that I see when I am on my evening strolls...they change colour,from white to purple to blue...from green to orange to neon pink. Even when I've hit rock bottom (emotionally,that is), they never fail to lift my spirits.

I couldn't capture my favourite,neon pink,because no matter how much I tried,it came out all blurry :(

Same is true about flowers. Why should I say more...pictures speak in greater volumes than words right...

We always hear people praise the beauty of sunrises,of mornings. But for me,twilight is the magical time. Probably because it is closer to the time I wake up...lol. But there truly is something in the light from the setting sun that brings out the beauty in the most ordinary sights.

This is a very ordinary looking building next to mine when the evening sun shines on it.

These are the storage trunks from a wholesale shop behind my apartment. When the sun shines from behind them,they become picturesque. It forces me to think,isn't this what life is all about...seeking beauty in the most unlikely places...bringing out the best in the worst situations...Isn't this the stuff that dreams are made of.....

Rainbow Chasers

I am not a fan of mornings...They come a little too early in the day for my taste. So,watching the sunrise with a cup of coffee is not really my style. It is not to say that I don't enjoy an occasional 'early bird' day once in a while. That is what I did today. Well technically,that is not very true because my early morning accounted for a sleep less night ;) and lots of movies :) My schedule has become so weird that my room mate has dubbed  me insomniac  :D

This past week has been so hot I swear steam was coming out of my finger tips. Thankfully that has given way to  rain the past couple of days. Downside: there is no way in hell you can go out.

I thought of braving the rain and going for a walk in it yesterday. Rain ran away, apparently. It drizzled a bit trying to force me back inside,but finally gave up :) Me-1, Rain-0.

This array of colours made my day yesterday. It was so so so beautiful :)

I almost felt like chasing the rainbow to find where it touches the ground,to find my pot of gold guarded by a leprechaun...

We are all rainbow chasers in a way. At one point or the other, all of us have dreamt about having something which is out of reach. Something as beautiful,yet unattainable...isn't that what dreams are made of? Furthermore, no one said that you can't have it just because it is a dream right?

 "Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?" 

P.S: The title is not exactly apt...but I sort of liked it ;)