This was my first trip and I learnt a lot of things. I learnt to be patient. I waited for the tide and felt the rush. I waited for my mind to open up in ways I did not know it knew. I felt the energy , the universal ether spreading its arms around me. I listened to music not to tap my feet but to move my soul. I saw the floor dancing to it’s rhythm. I saw myself from an unbiased level, not judging but understanding. I saw these things and it made me realize, that learning is more inwards than outwards. I pondered about the stuff I have written so far and why I don’t write anymore. For the first time I took and oath to write only from my heart, every word articulated to perfection, because this medium is indeed so powerful. I wish to write now but stories come and pass. I wish to write now, about this journey I am going through. I wish to be honest and upfront, and I hope no word of mine is taken in second stance. Like every leaf on a tree serves it’s purpose, every word of a novel is meant for something. Nothing extra nothing less, that’s a pledge I took on my trip. So if the stories from now on, tickle you in a strange fashion, upset you, or even stay with you, my work is done.