And today, while I was looking out of the window, I had this existential dilemma in mind. Though I said it out in the passing, as a joke, to Divya, I have been thinking about it for longer than normal. It’s the same land as back home, but the sky seems different here. I feel different and same at the same time, from perspectives I have never imagined.
That said, it was a quite evening, making a friend’s ‘Statement of Purpose’ and homely gothambu dosa.
The Last Straw 