tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862269105148013047.post2014232779384276078..comments2023-07-01T20:45:30.750+05:30Comments on in-between: The Introvert’s dilemma Vagabondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100112139851859630noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862269105148013047.post-50893006449321863912017-06-28T19:35:19.051+05:302017-06-28T19:35:19.051+05:30We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of...<i>We shall not cease from exploration<br />And the end of all our exploring <br />Will be to arrive where we started <br />And know the place for the first time. <br /><br />~T.S.Eliot</i><br /><br />That is home, to me.<br />I think, it is what calls me, cradles me in without me having to try. And to know where it is, I have to stay away from it long enough. Again, and again.<br /><br />Cheers,<br /><a href="http://aestheticblasphemy.com" rel="nofollow">Blasphemous Aesthete</a>Blasphemous Aesthetehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16417596461540852006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862269105148013047.post-56458717050615035962017-06-11T19:47:01.000+05:302017-06-11T19:47:01.000+05:30That is the problem, I call myself Vagabond someon...That is the problem, I call myself Vagabond someone who does not want to stay at one place for a long period of time. I constantly want to leave - planning my exit before I have arrived - <br /><br />Yet there comes that one dreaded point in time when you want to stop and stare and find one place you can whole heartedly without batting an eyelid call your own, your home. <br />Vagabondhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17100112139851859630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862269105148013047.post-42393424865661750632017-06-11T19:43:48.472+05:302017-06-11T19:43:48.472+05:30Thanks for stopping by =)Thanks for stopping by =)Vagabondhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17100112139851859630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862269105148013047.post-55391727411969035212017-06-06T23:01:27.949+05:302017-06-06T23:01:27.949+05:30Reading you makes me think. Feel things I probably...Reading you makes me think. Feel things I probably don't wanna feel so explicitly now. Homeless in the middle of the night which is. I am a runner, you know. I just don't wanna stay in any place long enough to call it long enough. I usually don't like the constraints people beget. And so I Ieave forgotten fragments of myself in all the places I've so abandoned. Now if I go back to each of them, they won't embrace me ever. And why should they..wildflowerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02058577354878441243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862269105148013047.post-14268651599462720412017-06-04T19:47:20.688+05:302017-06-04T19:47:20.688+05:30what a paradox isn't it! what was once "m...what a paradox isn't it! what was once "mine" my home my village my city today doesn't even recognize me.<br /><br />beautifully written. could identify with most of the linesSujatha Sathyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00448034391267400236noreply@blogger.com