My Experiments with Time

The morning sun is shining bright, the little sparrows are chirping merrily. My little soul, the vagabond that it has always been has set foot in new shores. I can't call it new though, this place had been home for about five years not too long ago. When I left Muscat five years back, I never dreamt I would be back here, but life has its way of throwing surprises. I wonder if its purely coincidental or there is a purpose that the universe and stars understand better. I am made to revisit my previous abodes, equipped with learnings and experiences that come with age, and ofcourse an inquisitive little eight year old and a travel-freak partner. When I had the chance to revisit and relive in Chennai, it was pure bliss. I met the same people and went to the same places, and couldn't help noticing the changes. When I took a step back and looked at life through a window, I was surprised by the changes in certain elements and the lack of changes in certain others. The bli