I left over 9 months ago. I walked out of the
place that gave me a comfortable life, but also the place that stole my passion
& that made me angry.
I went to a happier place.
A place with new possibilities.
Across oceans, across continents to a place where I had time
to delve out my passion, that was so deeply hidden. I went to a colouful place, a place that made nest in a
little corner of my heart and that taught me to life fearlessly, to live with
less and to live with dreams. I learned to trust that God is bigger than my fears.
A colourful place that had paneer curry, banana lassi,
overnight trains, beautiful dense forests and hill stations that made my heart
happy. It had little cups of chai, architecture from centuries ago, palaces,
sari’s and ice cream shops open at 4am.
Today, I walked back into the place that stole my passion.
Very optimistically and full of wanting to do better the 2nd time.
Walking home, I realized that perhaps some things you should
never go back to. Some things don’t get better and they don’t change.
Some things should stay where you left it.
In the past.
