As I'm sitting at the Mumbai airport waiting for the boarding call for my flight to Delhi, I'm not as jittery as I thought I would be. Instead, I feel the buzz of my medications, the relative lack of sleep (thanks to the amazingly early flight), and the excitement about the journey that I am about the embark on.
Yes, this is the first time that I'm traveling by myself - that is, without my band - in two year's time. The last time I traveled alone, I went to visit my parents in Kerala, to come out to them, to tell them how wonderful it was to have Vinokur in my life. I was a little naïve about another man in my life, and he crushed me like a cigarette butt under his mighty boots little after I returned to Mumbai.
In these two years, much has changed. I have broken up with Vinokur, and I'm out on a mission to find someone special in my life. I hope that I have grown more mature and now being 31 years old, have gained the ability to take wiser decisions regarding my emotional life. May this journey be one bold step toward that. Shalom!