I was a small boy waiting at the bus-stop, about a 20-min walk from home, alongwith my sister and other school friends for the PCMT bus to come. Walk back from school was even better, with samosa and imli chutney along the Dairy Farm route.
20 odd years hence that small boy might just be traveling all across the globe to approximately the same place (pinpoint), in a different capacity, with different ambitions. What do I call this? Progression or whatever it may be, living life is just such a wonderful experience. To me, I have got the greatest gift of life, Thank You God.
My contribution to this has been just living each day as it comes. Pretty rewarding, no?
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