Stay Hungry Stay Foolish

Life is big.

Its bigger that we think and has more dimensions than fathomable.

This past week in Bombay - I was 16 all over again. In love with the city and life and utterly blissfully happy. On Saturday night as I boarded a Andheri Fast train and saw the changing face of the city and lights twinkling across the suburbian utopia that bombay has come to symbolize, I smiled. The kind of smile that I will remember in the hard times to come.

It made me think of what a journey that this year has been.

One life. Mine

One city. Take a pick

One day. Many stories

One year. Much Love

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I once read that Life is a chance to grow a soul. That is half the explanation for the ups and downs and heart aches and war cries. The remaining half - I think we just have to figure out somewhere alone the way. My story this year has been about grabbing each moment and living it to the fullest. Because god alone knows what the next one might bring. The reality is that we never get to chose how, when, why certain things happen, the only meaningful choice that we have is how to live now.. not the next minute or moment. Just "now". Sometimes there are smiles and sometimes there are tears, but time outweighs most moments. Even John Mitchell spent years looking at clouds and concluded that even after looking at life from both sides, he didnt know life at all.

I'm just an amateur trying to get through the day so I can look at the stars.

Sometimes I have to eat spinach and broccoli and sometimes I get to eat ice cream.

And even when things seem limitless - the reality is that its all finite. Theres just a few moments in my entire life that I am going to feel a particular way or do a specific thing - like post a sad blog post, or watch the sun set or see a butterfly inside the library and wonder how to got there.

So I keep walking.

This year is special.
For all the gut wrenching brain busting battles, for all the personal sagas and milestones, for all the friends who have time and again poured in with the shoulder pats and the shake me ups. For holding me and holding on.
For the phonecalls that have been more comforting than hugs. For the hugs that have glued the pieces of my heart together and for the hands that have waved my hand back at life.
I am thankful

Utterly, Hopelessly and Foolishly

Thank God I have enough.