Nostalgic Journey Continues
I have always had this kick when I travel. First is the challenges that one encounters - unknown faces, unknown land, unknown future....thats all I need to figure out - the unknown. But after traveling and figuring out 4 cities on my own I feel enough is enough. Does that mean I have given up. Life's over. Or maybe entered mid-age crisis. Yes somethings not going right. In retrospect I have never been like others. I have been different or maybe its just me who thinks so. I am like everyone else - unique yet common. But when I look back I may have done things differently even in my childhood. When kids of my age were playing I used to be on my own - talking to my plants, walking around in the garden, collecting bugs, beetles, fireflies, looking at different insects and even in the car I used to lie down in the rear of our Beetle and eye the sky. Not look out of the window :) But when asked to play I was pretty good in outdoor and indoor games - badminton, volley ball, car...