Wednesday, August 01, 2012

Things Remembered

For me, the beauty of travel is that it jars loose things that I once knew but forgot amid monotony.  As I returned from India, I had two thoughts running through my head via The White Tiger.

They remain slaves who do not know what is beautiful in this world

You were looking for the key for years, but the door was always open.

So true.  Being cooped up, I forgot; being able to roam free, I am reminded.

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