It is easier recalling sweet memories than seeing repeated episodes of a few sour memories. Sour reminds me of lemons, my tongue's best companion. I belong to the third category. I like seeing the sour as sweet. It is better that way, isn't it ? ( it takes time but mind eventually settles down )

They say change is the only constant. Friends, places, family, likes, dreams - everything changes with time. This change is in fact beautiful. This defines a part of our individuality. I am filled with pieces of Bangalore, dosa, dogs, Chennai, train, books, sunrise, Mumbai, carmel, songs, alvas, vels, Phillipines, poetry, Moodbidre, fries, beach, lemons, rain, tau, SA, rides, kiwis, pictures, long texts, notes, dark memories and a few more people, who all our a inseparable part of me. This list will keep changing...and I believe it is a lovely change. 

I chose science in college hoping to be a doctor, but that was the first time I stayed away from my family in a hostel. I messed it up focusing on other things just like any other teenager. But government allotted me a medical seat that I could not afford. So I surrendered it back to the state board and studied two semesters of psychology in Chennai. To my surprise this has been the most colorful time in my life. I am glad I took these crazy stupid decisions. I record and replay them whenever I feel low. Now I study medicine at TAU, this too I could not afford but education loans helped me. I work in a café part time. Until my visa is approved, I have no other choice than to patiently wait at home.     

Growing up in a middle class brahmin family, I learnt everything the hard way. Over protective parents, nosy neighbors, unrealistic expectations, unnecessary restrictions rules, meaningless irrelevant customs and traditions. I prefer to keep this chapter closed. It is a dead-end. I deal things in a smart way now. Not every story is meant to be shared. Some are better untold.   

Sleep, dream, eat, learn *repeat* what we do apart from this is what keeps us alive.