Little World

Honk...Honk..Honk.. I sat up straight. Fear, anger and irritation, all running through my head at the same time. I was on my way to my sister's PG from Bangalore airport. I looked ahead, the streets were empty but the bus driver honked. I guess, that was out of habit :) Well that was my first reaction as I was arriving home. No, don't get me wrong. Don't count me among those Indians who cannot wait to crib about how everything is wrong in this country, but that was how I honestly felt. One year in the States can bring a few changes but more than anything your horizon of observations just widens! One thing that was more than welcome was the presence of fellow beings :) I guess one can barely feel lonely here. The noise, the peak hour traffic, the roadside quarrels, the loud laughs; I loved it all. By the way, I loved the year I spent in Milwaukee. It is a beautiful city and with a home in the downtown, it just adds to the pleasure :) Shopping got a whole new meaning there vi

Loved these lyrics: I hope you never lose your sense of wonder You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger May you never take one single breath for granted God forbid love ever leave you empty handed I hope you still feel small When you stand beside the ocean Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I HOPE YOU DANCE! I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance Never settle for the path of least resistance Living might mean taking chances But they're worth taking Loving might be a mistake But it's worth making Don't let some hell bent heart Leave you bitter When you come close to selling out Reconsider Give the heavens above More than just a passing glance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance. I HOPE YOU DANCE Time is a real and constant motion always Rolling us along Tell me who Wants to look back on their youth and wonder Where those