Its raining in South India now. I am seated by my window with a piping cup of local chai, watching the rain pattering on the glass. Its a beautiful feeling. I still have a few books to read and there’s nothing that can beat the beautiful combination of hot masala chai, a great book in hand and the monsoon. The swell of the ocean brings about a now familiar November and December as the North-East Monsoon sets in.
Canada was a home away from home for me and shall always hold special memories. It’s been some time since I have left Vancouver where I had gone to University to advance my undergraduate degree and as is the norm, some memories vanish with time and yet there are some that hold on to you for life. It is the latter that I shall attempt to write down to the best of what I can recollect from my time there, which was over three years ago. While I may not be very eloquent with words because I write from memory than from immediate events, I have plenty of photographs that highlight the best of my time there, a few of which I share here.
I have asked this question to myself quite a few times. Truth is I don’t know. With less than two months to go for my solo trip to Italy, I realise that I am both highly underprepared and not really excited. Why am I doing it then?