Georgia on my mind

Growing up in Bombay - If someone would have told me that years later I would find myself sitting on an rollaway bed in a sleepy northern suburb typing this- I would have been shocked.

But what would have shocked me even more - is if someone would have told me that I would fall in love with this city - that has four distinct seasons , with pink blossoms in spring , hot summers with thirsty blue skies, beautiful autums seasoned with fiery oranges and rustic browns and quiet remniscent postcard grey fashionable winters . So much in love - that I would not want to spend a single weekend in the fall anywhere else .

That this would be the city where I would rebuild my life , reconstruct broken dreams , face my scariest fears ,make close friends and along with growing up , this is where I'd grow roots to my shaky , sometimes questionable existance miles away from home.

Here is where I would learn to drive , to dance , to practice yoga , make friends , to fall in love with life . Here is where I would belatedly make peace with unkept promises , find acceptance and understanding of my own self more than anyone else. I'd learn to value my life , my roots , ideals and myself. Here is where I'd stop fearing tommorrow - and learn to make the most of the fleeting day. This is where I would learn to take risks , smile recklessly and laugh wholeheartedly.

That I would be sitting in a whispering shadows of a waning year , on the threshold of a watercolored fall in the year 2006 - smiling to myself at midnight , because for the briefest of times , in this city .. There is nowhere else I would rather be and there is no one else I would rather be .

If someone had told me all this and more back then...yes , I would have been very surprised.
Thank God for Surprises.

I;m 27 years old - and my city is Atlanta.