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I remember I once told a woman How I felt  And how terrible things happened And how I couldn't sleep at night For there were fears Of predators lurking around my home Looking for the next prey they would eat up whole I remember I bared out my heart and soul I remember I couldn't breathe as I stopped my heart to beat To tell her how I really, really feel How I wake up and I just want to go back to sleep How broken memories of a broken me Shattered my past, my present, my dreams... I told her how I needed a new home.. And she said, 'hold a second, I got a call' And she walked away for a while And came back as if nothing happened As if she didn't hear anything I just said As if she wanted not to be where I am Yet she didn't want me to be the one pulling me up, making me whole She wouldn't want to be my friend She wouldn't want anything more to know And later would pass around my past To other ears, of other people who didn't kno...

So I haven't blogged in a long, long time but my self-enforced expedition on myself made sure I write this travelogue. Let me tell you how I landed up where I am currently writing this- an empty bus I am seated on from the past one hour. It was a long weekend and I was tired of the  idea of visiting beaches or metros on unplanned weekends. So a week back, I decided to visit this place called Pyramid Valley which I found on a listicle suggesting weekend getaways from Bangalore. The twist in my plan was that I will land up there by taking public transport and figuring out my way as I go. I was eager to breathe in the dust-filled air while traveling on a public transport without worrying much about the time taken while traveling. Me to myself: I was supposed to start early in the morning because of the timings at Pyramid Valley (9am to 6pm). But I woke up at 9.30am and left my house only at about noon. So I packed clothes for a one-night stay at the place. Leaving fro...