We never really take the 'new' in New Year seriously do we? I know I don't.
Today it seemed like the whole city was out and I couldn't handle it.
When I look at the photos in the yearbooks I only see a shadow of a girl, smiling a broken smile.
The city always looks better through a bus window.
A sense of belonging is something we're all in pursuit of.
That's the beauty of life that no matter how you are, no matter how miserable or excited it passes you unaware, never slowing down. But it can feel like it is slowing down. Thought it is an illusion, it's comforting.
Nights are when my flaws come out to play in the dark and the real me finally breathes like a dragon into the darkest of nights. The nights have gotten darker since then. Before there were stars, now just airplanes.
"Bade bade deshon main aisi choti choti baatein....hoti rehti hai" ( In big countries, little little things like this keep happening)
The moment I made the decision, I regretted it. It was only natural that I did. If I were writing a book, I'd have given you a long build-up, a chapter dedicated to how I came to the moment at which I had decided that a gap year was a must. But this is a blog and you'll be bored soon, might need to scroll through your newsfeed or look at a new Instagram post of your favourite celebrity. So I am not going to waste your time and mine.