The Anti-Tourist

I like to beat new paths for myself.


By 18:06:00

Life, I'm starting to find out, has a very morbid sense of humour. It has its own way of playing around with us as it pleases.

In less than 48 hours, it can have you go from celebrating birthdays and newborns to mourning loved ones. Tears of joy become tears of grief with a speed I would not have thought possible. What I guess I'm trying to say is that it's been a very overwhelming few days, but this too shall pass, and these are the moments when you realize how temporary we all are, and how much time we waste in the most futile things. Everyday I learn that I should argue less about meaningless things and hug more; I should work on what really makes me happy and remind the ones around me that they mean the world to me - in short, live every day as if it were my last. I know I'll be spending today in the company of my family and loved ones, reminiscing about the happier days and looking forward to the happier ones yet to come.

Goodnight, my Teddy Boy. I love you, say hi to Nannu for me. I'll see your cheeky smile again. X

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