The year that passed left me with
tribal inks that I believed confirmed all my authenticity. That was indeed
traditional, as considered by many. That was a conventional yearning that later
mystified my identity in the customary scheme of things. It was the traditional which was considered as
not conservative by several.
The year that passed, which was
filled with travels that happened every now and then and even more than often,
moved me to go for more this year. But this time, it was literally chasing my
trips, running after all of the reserved flights. More than the usual
journeying me, the travels were more utilized for reflection purposes.
