It’s a Sunday afternoon and the thing I am missing the most seems to be the SUNDAY Papers. A nice cup of tea, made by me, too? At the same time, I am not missing the noise of traffic or incessant honking or the noises I associate with Mumbai.
Sometimes you are too close to something and can’t see the good in it. There are days when I feel like that. It’s been 10 -11 days that I am here now but still feel like a guest or like on an assignment. There are other days when the wind rushes through my face and forces me close eyes and I wonder why I question the timing of it all.
Why are you questioning timing? I used to miss the Sunday papers too, but not so much now, because like you said being too close to a good thing makes you appreciate it less.. or something.
Goa looks good even in that little rear view:)
I can relate to this post easily. There must be a good enough reason I can’t see yet, is all I can think of