Musings After Hours

I holidayed with a friend in NYC. I had the best time singing at an empty bar in the Maldives. And the JLo concert was a strike off my bucket list (attend a concert). In Spain, I walked the streets at 1.30 am, completely lost, with no Google maps or Internet, trying to find my way back to my hotel. In Nagpur, I was on a 77-year-old plane that served during the World War 2.

All this just in the last couple of weeks.

It’s 2.11am and I should be sleeping, or doing something more productive with my sleeplessness like finishing my stories, reading, or continuing a previously abandoned course. But here I am, thinking about my job, my luck, my travels.

You can’t take these things for granted; you just can’t. It’s a luxury to even travel, but to actually have such experiences is beyond my dreams—and I do dream a lot.

I may whine about the hectic schedules or the stress, but there is just no way I would trade this for a regular job.

Not at least till I finish my long, long bucket list. First thing on it: GO TO THE UK IF THEY GIVE ME THE FREAKING VISA!