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Nine more days…sitting fingers crossed for the Nordkapp trip once more, hoping to see in some light this time. Planning to do some more driving in the trip, can’t let Vivek to taste it all alone

Norwegian lands….awaiting to embrace you.

Tracing back a long way into the time i remember the first time recognition of the tree called expectations. For some good or bad reason it didn’t bother or i was too busy to get bothered at that time. Walking down a few years from that point i traced the same expectations during my teen age but this time i could recognize it was a bit strong now and having it roots in different points. Again one by one it got uprooted by itself  but not the taproot. As far as i could remember the tap root of the tree was growing deeper and deeper for approximately 5 years, a good time for it to grow strong enough. Incurring a heaving pain one fine day inside the walls of a cemetery uprooted the last tap root as well and had a feeling i am flying free and there is no more tree of expectation in my garden.

To prove all it was vain after almost 2 years, a little bit of chemical reaction im my mind showed me that those still exist, not necessarily in the form of  tree but as patterns i didn’t recognise for years,  playing a hide and hide game. I bow before you my ego and wish a day comes when i cross you forever and could enjoy my nudity rather than sitting crooked as this time. But one good about it as well, everytime i fight with you, then getting the pain, after the hard earned winning , those objects to which you were sticking seems to be more beautiful and glowing than ever.