Unspoken Verses

22nd Feb 2010 Right now, i'm travellin back home at about 100kmph. There are stretches of grass covered land for as far as the eye can see, on both my sides, and an occasional truck or advertising board zippin by. Kota seems distant now, which is rather suprisin, it jus feels unreal. N in a strange way, i guess i'll miss it. I mean its fair why they say there's no price to freedom. :P Remember how i'd talked bout my pride at not-carin-how-i-look was unfounded? Wel i now don't care how i look at a whole new level. It probably started with bein perceived strange for wearin shorts. It led to apathy for others' perception at a nicely new magnitude. As of now, my hair is unruly, wild, long, n crazily curly. N I have a fairly dense beard. My parents have been naggin me to get them cut.( Thats kinda when I really started cherishin my far left behind solitude) :P Neway, jokes apart, I think at the end, I really do seem to like Kota-the adventurous experience . If only