![]() The slight whistle of wind that comes from afar. Not moving, but feeling the sound of the ocean. It is where when I stand, and I am still. I can imagine the infinite, the endless, and the horizons unknown. ![]() I miss my proverbial back yard - it is where I find that sense of belonging. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it, to begin with.”Īnd then I wonder - it would be good to walk on the Ocean Beach, from one end to the other, and back. New Zealand? North-Eastern India? Or back to Ladakh?Īnd then I am reminded of Dorothy’s words from The Wizard of Oz: “If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own backyard. I think about all those places I have never been to and had on my bucket list. What will that be? Where will I go first, if and when the world returns to normal? What will I photograph? With whom shall I dine the first? Where will I get my first espresso? And who shall I hug first? ![]() I also wonder when I will embark on my next adventure. Like many of you, I too sit in my little cocoon, sometimes worried and anxious about an invisible enemy. ![]()
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