Some of you would know me because of my travel blog Travel Tales from India. I was happy, I was in my own shell and I hardly ever talked about anything but travel! As if I existed in a vacuum! I even traveled solo (I think I still would).
Over the years (7 plus years of travel blogging already) I wanted to talk about other things too. It took a brutal night, 16 December to shake me out of my complacency. I am your average 40 something.
And I want to keep a diary. I named it after that dark night just to show that I care. I would move on to other things but I won’t forget.
How do I personally feel? Very confused and for the first time in my life I wonder whether we did a good thing by not migrating to another country?