its been a year at this god forsaken pardise. all of a sudden it seems a year has whizzed past my ear with me even realizing it.

as i look for a word to gather m feelings for this place or this phase in my life, i think the only only word that seems to encompass the entire spirit is RUN.

Run away from home, from courses, from classmates to roommates, from friends to acquaintances to finally running away from self and to the self.

Hyderabad has been in every terms of the word a roller coaster ride of fun, fear, joy, angst and emotions that i had never known before.

i love it. iv always loved life. it never stops teaching you.. never gives up on the stupid stubborn student that we all are.

At this time of flux, i have learnt to be patient, to no longer await or excpect because i have learnt the end hardly matters. what matters is the journey, the struggle, the pursuit..
the urge to keep the flame alive in you, to not not just live to the end but live with yourself to the end.