Growing up in small towns my dreams have always been to reach out...out to the world full of mysteries...a world full of new wonders..
Fly out ..see the world like a bird.
I want to live like a wanderer..pack a bag and move out.. people and money will come and go but the time to make memories will never come back....
Meet new and wonderful people...tell them about yourself cause you care not if they judge you... shout from the top of mount Titlis... watch your tears flow while you experience the Norway sun.
Run around the streets of Chefchaouen,in a white gown.
or probably take a boat through Venice with a bandanna and a torn jeans..
Climb the streets of Cinque terre...
Live working for an NGO in Santorini...
or walk through the streets of Wroclaw...
Get married for a day in Las vegas.
Start with baby steps around the country...walk the streets of Jodhpur..
Ride a bike in Leh...
Stay in a house boat in Kerala...
Stay with the people of Kashmir get to know their life..
Learn the language Haryanvis speak...
Find a soul partner who could picturise you through all this....
(after all who doesn't like a candid pic... through the lens of someone who loves you.)
or get married when you are 35...in the palaces of Jaipur...
fly on a parachute... hold someone's hand while you sky dive..
go skiing in the snow..
get a license for snorkeling...
live a life while you can....
be so free the birds be jealous too.
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