Volare

Have you ever heard a song that  effortlessly describes...you...

The beautiful Cuban no sung by the gypsy kings is that one song

Volare means to fly...

I have often wondered what it would feel like to soar into the endless sky,,,iv imagined it to be overwhelming joy...like diving into clear cool water...like falling in love ...the dizziness..the sense of lightness...the happy aura that surrounds you

I tend to get completely absorbed into whatever im doing...getting lost in the moment...i learn to fall in love with it

And I fall in love ever so often...sometimes several times in a day...

I  often fill my scooty up with petrol and drive into the night...empty roads ...slight chill in the air...the distant sound of civilisation...i love the cool night breeze blowing in my hair...a song playing in my mind...sometimes i would think of events that took place during the day...sometimes of events that are yet occur...this was my form of meditation...

I love travelling...discovering...learning...appreciating... capturing the moment on film

I love getting lost in the streets of chandini chowk...

I love watching stray dogs...snuggle up to each other in the cold...play hide and seek in crowded parking lots...chasing motorcylcists