I Remember You

Hello, world.

So, my blog has basically been behaving like an angry friend, who is mad at me for being too lazy and ignorant. Honestly, I can’t blame it. Apologies for the long hiatus. SO much has happened, and so much has been happening. I’ve been on the run for so long that I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like to stay still. Pack, travel, unpack, repeat: this has been my schedule for over 2 months now. I don’t remember the last time I sat down to just mindlessly stare at the ceiling. Here’s a recap of a few of the zillion episodes of my recent daily soap of a life:

Added to my embellished list of travel diaries is now another name: Banaras; a place I’d wanted to visit ever since the love for vintage grew in me. It was glorious. Every bit of it. The ghats, the Banarasi Pan, the kaanch ki choodiyaan, the early morning sunrise, the dingy Banaras ki galiyaan… the hype is worth it, guys. Totally worth it. It was a trip of my soul dipped in jalebi’s syrup and rinsed with sunshine.

I officially got bestowed with the title of a post graduate; of a Masters in English Literature. Yes, the day me and my batchmates had been looking forward to since the summer of 2013 finally grazed us with its presence, and set us free. Convocation ’15 was as surreal as the whole journey preceding and leading up to it. Still can’t believe it happened, but it did, and I'm a mixture of happy and relieved and nostalgic and happy again. 

So much more to talk about, so much more to write about; but my jet-lagged body is preventing my droopy eyes from letting my tired fingers to type any further. I promise to write more, and better, and soon. Promise.

Till we meet again and I write again,

Creative Insanity.