Death and old beginnings.
It’s the morning after a weekend so surreal I’m starting to wonder if it really did happen. Life played a series of unlikely events that absurdly spiraled to bring us to where we are today.
Wanderlust has gained me so many beautiful moments that had me wishing I could make time come to a standstill; but even as I lug my suitcase and my feet to yet another part of the globe, my mind almost always charts its own journey to this one particular place.
Mountains and seas; delicate saris dancing in the breeze. Is it really possible for two people who have lived so differently to still feel the same?
Have we finally come full circle, or are we only halfway?
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