Coming back to life

Things change. More so after you start working. I never thought meeting up friends would become a luxury. That a Sunday would become just another day you work (never mind from home). That I wouldn’t bask in the beauty of a sunset for months. That my books would lay unattended, gathering dust. That going out for a movie would mean rescheduling the entire day.

But on some days, things change. Back to how they used to be. Away from the maddening crowd and the humdrum, you finally find a place. And your peace of mind.


You enjoy the slight tickle of grass under your hand








You walk the talk, noticing the pretty flowers on either side






You realize,once again, how different you are from each other...




yet, there's something that binds you together



You see the kids play and secretly wish to live their life







You sit back and watch the bricks changing colour as the sun sets...




and the birds making a beautiful silhouette against the fading sky



At the end of the day, you feel an inexplicable joy of just being there with someone you love. Of spending a beautiful evening without saying much. But sharing a lot.



Pics from an evening with neha at IIM-A