Freedom Baby!!!!

Man!!!Can't believe exams are finally done.Holidays are finally over my head.Now,i am not the kind of guy who's exactly enthusiastic about long holidays.Like most things,holidays aren't what they look like.Now you probably expect 40 days of freedom to be 40 days of crazy fun.Well,sorry to spoil your trip,but that's not what it is.Most of those days end up with you going nuts with boredom wondering what to do because you are so damn jobless.

Today,i was left wondering at the marvel of life.My niece who's barely a month old arrived here.Gotta admit,she's beautiful.It was fascinating for me to observe her mannerisms.Now i know why they say that playing with a baby makes you feel good.It is quite an experience.Especially watching her fall asleep so slowly,her breathing sounding as rhythmic as the waves of the sea.

I'm flying to bangalore tomorrow.Now generally,it's been my favorite holiday destination since a long time.That's because things are much simpler there.You know what to do,you know where to go,and the best part,you feel like home.Now i don't like going anywhere else because i end up feeling like an outsider there.But,not bangalore.It's like,i got this sense of belonging to the place even though i stay in mangalore.And,i can truthfully admit,Bangalore's the city that owns my heart.

The song for this post is Saving Grace by Tom Petty

I’m passing sleeping cities
Fading by degrees
Not believing all I see to be so

I’m flyin’ over backyards
Country homes and ranches
Watching life between the branches below

And it’s hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don’t you baby?

You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace

I’m moving on alone over ground that no one owns
Past statues that atone for my sins
There’s a guard on every door
And a drink on every floor
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Overflowing with a thousand amens

And it’s hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don’t you baby?

You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace
Don’t you baby?

You’re rolling up the carpet
Of your father’s two-room mansion
No headroom for expansion no more
And there’s a corner of the floor
They’re telling you is yours
You’re confident but not really sure

And it’s hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don’t you baby?

You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace

Don’t you baby?