When is the right time? To take the plunge or to step out before its too late?

My life is passing by and I’m waiting

For the right time, the right job, the right person, the right moment…

They never seem to come and it makes me wonder, why?

In my head I’ve moved on, I’ve imagined a new life, a new step and a new beginning

But then I realize I’m right here still waiting

I can’t push you or my life in the direction I want it to go

But I can’t help but wonder what if I could?

What if I could say no, What if I went in another direction?

Would life be any different?

Or would I still be waiting?







Delhi, There are a lot of things that go against you. You’re known to be unsafe, corrupt, and rude. But there are some things that are characteristic of you. Things I love:

I love that you are green in every little corner.

I love your seasons of extremities in weather.

I love the food, now no one can argue with that.

I love how cultural activities are still alive, even if they aren’t as popular.

I love the monuments for giving the city an identity, a face.

I love how the Aunties decked up in diamonds holding their fake Louis Vuitons, step out to buy groceries

I love how the Uncles argue for a tiny scratch on a shiny BMW

I love how kids are know-it-alls.

I love how weddings are treated like grand events.

I love the University, for still churning out some of the best talent in the country.

I love the wide roads.

I love the sense of pride in everything we do, mostly seen as ‘showing off’ to the rest of the world.

I love the girls for always making fashion statements.

I love the men for always knowing how to have a good time.

I love the Metro, who doesn’t?

I love the shopping, chandni chowk to select city walk.

I love that Noida and Gurgaon aren’t actually in Delhi

I love how the people are always inquisitive; we want to know everyone’s business.

I love the old architecture and some of the new.

I love the cycle rickshas.

I love that you are home.