the peter pan syndrome

Don't know how to stay.
Don't know how to leave.
Being my happiest best over the last couple of months hasn't stopped that sense of panic from creeping in.....guess it'll never leave me.
More often than not....running away somehow always seems to be my only solution.

old school popcorn machine.... turns out they still use these

beach light street lights

reflections

the silence in the noise

 

 

sand beneath my feet

turmoil............if only i could sleep it all away

still bombay

the street you didn't take

train ride

the wall.............more to come

village style rain hats??

sometime open spaces are just what you need





Om

pool me

it's still bombay from where i'm looking

holy cow.....literally or should i say indianly speaking

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