Two years ago I crossed two thousand six hundred kms to reach an unknown city. It was a movement towards a new experience. A restful period followed; I did not establish new contacts and kept up minimally as possible with what had been my community.  I was also now in the loving company of my daughter and her friends.
Away from the frenetic compulsions of my old job, I did this and that till realized that I was finally in a position to try my hand at writing: something I had always wanted to do. I got myself the wonderful companionship of a dog, stopped getting out of my house, taught online to help with bills, and started taking up textbook writing projects ( the only kind of writing assignments I seemed to be getting)Now I can even toy with the idea of giving up teaching totally. I have worked on interesting projects that seem to find their way to unambitious, non-enterprising me.

At the end of this month we are moving southward again. Two thousand kms with our puppy, who is almost a dog. Going southward as a writer. Happy!
But most importantly, for the first time in my life, I have known hours, even days of idleness. Almost beginning to relax and actually tasting fun that I have not slogged over in the first place to make it happen.
Travelling to exotic places without looking at the calendar. Spending a whole day and then another, and then countless other days without looking at a clock.

 Came face to face with a different culture; so many talented people, rich and poor; a different climate , a different environment! Grateful to Gurgaon and its multiple faces. Good bye!