Postcards from Pondicherry- I

The heart is forever on a hunt for something more. Sometimes, to fill those gaps, unknown; sometimes, to escape going around in those giant circles that it takes you forever to understand what goes around, comes around.

What do you think you need to end your woes? The touch of a familiar hand, or perhaps, the warmth of another soul that wraps your otherwise cold heart and takes you out for a spin? What is it exactly that we yearn for? What is it that makes the present unbearable at times, almost miserable at times? The wait is endless. Only this wait is eternal.

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