Into the Horizon

And so the gruelling trial by fire, otherwise known as the Second Term Examination has come to an end. My deliciously unholy libertine, the Marquis is away on a pilgrimage (wonders never cease), my mother is asleep and the zen monk has abandoned me for the cooler climes of a room where the temperature remains at an unnatural constant. I do get the nirvana is samsara, and samsara is nirvana deal...and that therefore to the enlightened being it doesn't matter whether the air conditioning exists or does not exist(or both exists and does not exist, or neither exists nor does not not exist) but I do believe Bono is taking the ascetic life a little less seriously this summer.

In upcoming events the Marquis and I have planned a month of mayhem, travelling through the heart of South India in the month of June(or atleast the places we have heard of and our eyes now long to see).
I am a firm believer in not jinxing events by overtly sharing my excitement, but let it be noted that I have looked forward to this for the last two years. The stars are aligned in our favour this year- having evolved from a complicated friendship to a union the gods must dream of. So with the end of this month, we leave the city.
As always, apprehensions surround the periphery of my thoughts.

A month is a long time.

We are warned every day about the merciless and humid southern summer, or if we're really lucky; the unrelenting rains. About touts and thieves and sleazy hotel owners. We are reminded every day of the comforts we'll leave behind and everything that we'll miss.

As the days go by, we come to terms with the fact that the journey will also test us as us.
(I see visions of myself waking up in an empty room, bereft of his luggage and him)

These thoughts need to go back to the periphery now.
To truly venture outward you must be courageous enough to face what is within.

See you soon.