It’s been too long.
I feel exactly the same, yet everything is different.
Here I am again, 10660 meters above ground, in an airplane fulfilling its purpose of taking us all to Bangalore.
The last time I was floating here, it was 2016.
And I can’t believe I’m typing these words in the year humans call 2023.
The most lovely love of a woman in the seat next to me.
7 years since I’ve seen my dear friend Danish, and 1 day to seeing him.
In the airport we already got a sneak peak of the Indian chaos.
The boarding line was long,
and moved from one side
to another,
and back to the first side,
and back to the second.
Yet here we are, floating, in a clear direction, and it truly feels like going home again.
So much has happened, yet I see the world through the same eyes.
Albeit with more experiences, more memories, more lessons learned and a different perspective on today and tomorrow.
I am so excited to bathe in lush Indian craziness again.
To be thrown in the beautiful, colorful chaos.
The richness of the vibe in the air,
the adventure movie superhero embodiment feeling,
the spirituality which is everywhere yet unnameable.
Although these are expectations, and they are based on the past.
On a distant memory of the land that left a permanent impression on me.
Time to let that go, and experience it all today.
Eyes open, brakes loose. Let’s go!
