Back on the road.
I think that walking has become more important and philosophical than I would have liked it to be. Well recently at least.
Each time I'm with people, enjoying myself thoroughly in their company, I'm suddenly not there anymore; I'm back on the road, walking towards wherever I'm headed. I hate it. It happens so fast that its scary. I'll be all "Wow, I'm finally here!" and suddenly that thought creeps into my head: You're not really here, Tejas.
I'm back on the road, far away from where I just was. I hate it. I guess it's the one time I hate being on the road, walking. And that experience is over.
Maybe that's why I like video so much. I love taking photos, many people do. Just so that we can hold on to the time that we were there. I've been on an overdose of photo-taking lately, just so desperate to capture every single moment that happens. I keep asking Anish whether he has brought his camera or not, scared whether I might lose whatever I have seen at that point. We all thrive on those memories; and to me its more than just nostalgia. I can't explain it; its more than that. More than just sitting back and looking at those photos and listening to emotional-thinky music. I want to be able to feel it all over again. I don't know.
I'm really confused.
And suddenly I realise I'm not there anymore , I just stop, and think "Oh crap."
But Before I know it, I'll close my eyes and I'll be somewhere else.