The Journey Back Home (5/6)

The Tree of Life, Written in February 2016 They say you have to come from a great place, not even realize it’s worth, go on to bigger cities, find people exactly as crazy as you, get completely messed up by your own brain and then… go home yet once again in this lifetime. This time, however, a little differently. This time knowing that after all the unnecessary running, you have to learn to stay still. That no matters what happens in life, you must always learn to go back home. That Home is and always will be your default location.…

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The Journey Back Home (4/6)

Memories…. Written in January 2016 Many times in life I have asked myself what it means to live. And often I have found myself without answers. I have tried to look for it in places, people and career, and yet, the answer was always at home. I have always said that I don’t remember much about my past life and in some ways, it is true. However, it turned out to be not as true as I had thought. As I walked down the streets of my hometown in India,  everything seemed as if it had remained exactly where it…

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The Journey Back Home (3/6)

Emerge, Written in December 2015 There’s so much beauty around us that we often fail to notice. As it gets colder and colder, it becomes easier to stay warmer and warmer and just be lazy. It’s as if the spirit is gone, disappeared into thin air, never to be found again (until Spring at least). Like the breath now showing up in visible form like an uninvited guest, reminding you once again that in the depths of life no matter how dark it might get, you are still alive. It angers me sometimes to have evidences of life show up…

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The Journey Back Home (2/6)

Truly Untitled, Written in December 2015 I don’t know what I am writing today. In fact, I haven’t known for a very long time. I have just been writing, that’s all. I have found that that’s the best way to discover what comes out of you. And that’s the strategy I have been following for a long time. So today, I don’t know what I am writing about at all but I haven’t written much in a very long time. I have been photographing a lil’ but not too much. I have lost my paint brushes so I can’t paint…

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The Journey Back Home (1/6)

Written in November 2015 I will begin by saying that I call this moment of life, “Lighting Strikes.” Because for many reasons, I have made many decisions this month that I would have never made. But something so powerful is drawing me into something that is already familiar but perhaps now unknown. I don’t know how to fully describe it yet. After such a long time, how could I possibly want to go to a place I have never wanted to go ever again? I left 11 years ago, informing every friend rather proudly that they should never expect to…

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