My life is a story of wrong turns – accidental, intentional. Sometimes they lead to adventures. Sometimes to disasters. Sometimes both at the same time. I’m an expert.
I’m in India at the moment because I insisted on taking a turn that I knew full well I should not be taking. And now I’m putting myself through it and trying to get something out of it. Something good. A life experience. All along knowing that I’m not where I should be, absolutely not at all.
I’m doggedly pursuing my wrong turns until I can squeeze something good out of them. And in the process, sometimes, I end up deeper and deeper into the mud. Never escaping, making the run early enough. Never one to give up a wrong decision until it gets the worst possible.
I have no idea why. Ok, I do have a few vague guesses.
These photos are from a wrong turn that I took by accident, and which led me to adventure, friendship, and a heartbreak. This is where actually I became the fearful dragon.
I guess this is a wrong turn I should be regretting, given what happened afterwards (during the last world cup final, too, now that I think of it). But how could I regret this? The sense of flying, screaming, being free? And how could I regret anything at all? Then pretty much nothing would be left of my life.
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