It is time for me to bid farewell to you , so I thought I will take this opportunity to write my blog which has been dead for almost two years now !
So , I have been writing and rewriting my farewell note and I still don't know whether the one I have finally come up with is good enough or not , especially when I am feeling disorientated trying to ignore the fears creeping into my mind that migrating to another end of the world, to a country which is at another end of the world was a stupid and way-too-hard idea.
It is overwhelming saying goodbye to your friends and family as you head off into the unknown with a heavy bulky backpack on your shoulders, a rough idea of your route and a long haul flight to get through. Migrating to another land by yourself is the most incredible feeling in the world but with this freedom and excitement sometimes comes waves of trepidation and doubt. I’ve been there.But after a series of mild panic attacks , I have eventually realized , I will handle it...
I am 31 fucking years old , 10 years back I thought by this time I would have settled down , but as you grow up and begin to know yourself, you start putting pieces of your personality together. What I have discovered is maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free until they find someone just as wild to run with them. I have been lucky enough that the folks who brought me in this world, know me more than myself ,and in a country where marriage is considered to be the ultimate destination for any woman , they have allowed me to do what makes me happy. Like Tina Fey (my favorite person in the world) , I too , want to thank my parents for somehow raising me to have confidence that is disproportionate with my looks and abilities. Well done -- that is what all parents should do.
Coming back to my farewell note (today looks a good day to bid adieu being both Indian Republic day and Australia day ) this is for you friend -
No one knows the exact moment when a friendship is formed, but it is this silent forgotten moment that causes the pain when we must say goodbye. But my friend, even if we say goodbye and our paths never cross again , I hope you keep a memory of me always.... I hope you remember our pointless conversations and silly laughter and I hope you never forget to believe in yourself... I hope you never lay alone at night doubting your own worth... I hope you fall in love with someone who knows all your imperfections but still looks at you like you are magic and I hope that you fall in love with inner beauty...I hope you are motivated by the desire to achieve , not by the desire to beat others , because the race is long , and in the end it's only with yourself.. and most of all I hope you always know that you are loved beyond measure and no matter what you do and where life takes you , I hope you remember - You have a friend...
So , I have been writing and rewriting my farewell note and I still don't know whether the one I have finally come up with is good enough or not , especially when I am feeling disorientated trying to ignore the fears creeping into my mind that migrating to another end of the world, to a country which is at another end of the world was a stupid and way-too-hard idea.
It is overwhelming saying goodbye to your friends and family as you head off into the unknown with a heavy bulky backpack on your shoulders, a rough idea of your route and a long haul flight to get through. Migrating to another land by yourself is the most incredible feeling in the world but with this freedom and excitement sometimes comes waves of trepidation and doubt. I’ve been there.But after a series of mild panic attacks , I have eventually realized , I will handle it...
I am 31 fucking years old , 10 years back I thought by this time I would have settled down , but as you grow up and begin to know yourself, you start putting pieces of your personality together. What I have discovered is maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free until they find someone just as wild to run with them. I have been lucky enough that the folks who brought me in this world, know me more than myself ,and in a country where marriage is considered to be the ultimate destination for any woman , they have allowed me to do what makes me happy. Like Tina Fey (my favorite person in the world) , I too , want to thank my parents for somehow raising me to have confidence that is disproportionate with my looks and abilities. Well done -- that is what all parents should do.
Coming back to my farewell note (today looks a good day to bid adieu being both Indian Republic day and Australia day ) this is for you friend -
No one knows the exact moment when a friendship is formed, but it is this silent forgotten moment that causes the pain when we must say goodbye. But my friend, even if we say goodbye and our paths never cross again , I hope you keep a memory of me always.... I hope you remember our pointless conversations and silly laughter and I hope you never forget to believe in yourself... I hope you never lay alone at night doubting your own worth... I hope you fall in love with someone who knows all your imperfections but still looks at you like you are magic and I hope that you fall in love with inner beauty...I hope you are motivated by the desire to achieve , not by the desire to beat others , because the race is long , and in the end it's only with yourself.. and most of all I hope you always know that you are loved beyond measure and no matter what you do and where life takes you , I hope you remember - You have a friend...
