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The roll of the dice...

This is the second entry under the same heading... for reasons beyond my control, i was unable to complete the post in one single sitting.

Its weird how the road of life goes, you never know whats beyond the next corner, sometimes you don't even know there is a corner or an intersection until you actually get there.

Something similar happened  when i was on vacation. suddenly I was at a new crossroad. A crossroad I was expecting but not so quickly...

Well, it was a fruitful, relaxing and wonderful vacation that left me nervous and apprehensive about the future. New decisions, new doors opening, new people entering my life, some doors closing... and a sudden change in perpective..

The folks were happy to have me, luckily Hans was there too, we had a great time together. felt so good to drive around Goa sitting behind the wheel of the car.

Some developments have opened a lot of questions... questions like what have i been doing with life, just fooling around or really looking / searching for my place / niche. Whatever I have been doing, a strong need to slow down and find my place soon has surfaced.

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Mukta said…
hola! just found your blog. had no idea you blogged.
23 September 2009 at 08:50
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