A few days ago I made a trip to Bamboli because one of my relatives had to visit horsepetal and don't know if anyone of you been there but its a sleepy semi-big town with not much going for it except of course the medical centres that exist there. So I had some time to kill and since I'm in favour of aimlessly wandering around your own city or town like a tourist I decided to embark on a wee detour which started from a seemingly unremarkable one way road which adjoins the main lane to the medical centre right next to it. Being early noon with sun up high it didn't bothered me since the road was girdled with trees providing me ample shade, also the pre-autumn light was too good to be true. It wasn't a completely untrodden path either as I did come across multiple commuters going to and fro save for any pedestrians whatsoever.

The atmosphere was warm yet cozy like not too humid just perfect with cool winds. I eventually reached at the T section from where I continued walking left first and it didn't took me long to veer 180° when I realised there's pretty much nothing worthwhile down there except for the local cemetery located on the outskirts of the township.

And I would only learn after the fact that I could have ended up at a beach had I not dismissed the idea. Anyways, I decided to give a break to both of my feets once I arrived at the Church situated right at the middle of that town, there were three benches so I just sat on one of em. It was silent save for the occasional hush hush resonated by the locals. The old architecture, walls overtaken by moss, the scent of departing monsoon. All of this evoked emotions that I don't will ever be able to describe or put into words. Not like I'm good with words in the first place anyways. And that didn't stop me from promptedly begin reminiscing about my school days. Back when I was happy. And this sorta made me reflect a bit. As to why I believe I was happier then as against to now. Then it struck me what exactly come to change over the years. It was me being close to people around me. It was really that shrimple. It all truly went downhill when I became reclusive. Confiding to no one but myself. Why I even associate the moments of me being happy to my young self or even remember those moments at all is because I used to rely on others more. And so did they. Even if it were a handful. Honestly not sure what your takeaway from this could be if you even read all the way down this far–and if you did then I appreciate like really–but I think I'm certain what I'm missing out on. And wether or not I could even emulate 50% of that spirit from that era now is a different discussion altogether. That was a different world. And I'm a different person today. I genuinely doubt these two things can be coalesced with one another. Or maybe I'm embarrassingly wrong for all I know. I wasn't expecting this post to be this long initially but works I guess. Before I retracked all the way back to the horsepetal I would go take another stroll across the field which was just down the Church. And yup I shant even mention how kathartik it was you guys already know the drill.

And that was certainly a eventful day I must admit. Do post what you think if you ever had such any similar moment or memory like whatever goes as long as it made you feel things/reflect on your journey just postem