i discovered one thing about me today. i like to be on the move. all the time. there i was, sitting on a cng autorickshaw, the driver trying to beat the speed of light, taking a sharp turn every 3 minutes, and i liked it. i liked the buildings, trees, lightposts, electric poles rushing past me before i could see them properly, i liked the wind that made even my short hair fly everywhere...the force of it in my face, the dust accompanying it which almost blinded me. i liked it all. the reason was, i was going somewhere. it doesn't really matter where, but i was fucking going somewhere! i was on the road...and the road is what mattered. the only thought in my mind was 'i don't want this road to end.' never ever. i want to go on and on and on and on until i'm tired and want to rest a little, then i'd go on moving still. road is where i belong. home is not really for me.

i wish there was a job for me which made me travel all the time. traveling salesman? not in this country, no. probably NGO's are the best bet. but never liked that sector. it would have been easy if i were a boy though, i could get on a bicycle and travel around the country, may be the whole world, and get praised for it too! yikes! i sound all over like that loser teen again. when will that seventeen year old decide to grow up and accept reality? although i don't know why she should grow up, but it looks like she has to sooner or later. grow up, be an asshole like the rest of them, you'll never get hurt. happy happy life. guaranteed. anyways. the end.