The next feeling was an awkward realisation that i had passed the Bomanahalli Bosch office.
I was always impressed by the blue monolith that towered over all that was around it and previously promptly found consciousness the bus reached the stretch on which it was the most prominent.
This time i was past that and for the first time a sharp pang passed through me as i watched the silk board flyover approach.My past and present was colliding in a split second that drew my attention to what was and what is.If i had not quit this would have been an exciting morning as i surveyed the prospect of a three day weekend.I would have probably gone home instead of arriving from it.The bitter taste lingering in my mouth was more than just the fact that i hadnt brushed my teeth.It was a more ominous taste.Introspection is dawning
From the day i have left life has gone from the tumultous rollercoaster ride it was to an unimpressive lazy river ride in those 3rd rate theme parks that have a lot of place and water to spare.You don't move forward too much and even if there are occasions when friends and family prod you to move further you find yourself staring most of the days at the foot of the bed wondering whether getting out of the bed would be any more productive than staying in it.
Life takes a stand still and you have difficult emotions rising to your chest that you do not wish to answer or acknowledge.
Is everything fine ? Was everything for the best ? Such questions rose in my head as we went up the flyover and my stomach churned as we went off the flyover.I do not have the answers yet.So far on the pro VS cons list has been even with the balance tilting ever so lightly each day.
In the end i realized that anything and everything can be made worthwhile .So as the scavenger auto drivers jousted each other for my bag i decided that i would make this weekend as fruitful as possible and end back home.
Note to self :
Must correct this later
Must spell check this later
Must make this a better post.
