Moving on..

Two years back, if I found myself alone at house, either of the below two things would have already happened. One - there would have been my gang of friends at my place dancing to loud music or debating the latest film topic. Two - I would have settled for a favorite movie of mine with my ever friendly beer or scotch. My friends would have had to bear out with my late-night-not-so-friendly calls. In short, the very idea of being alone would have excited me. This is not a I-lost-freedom-due-to-wife syndrom but rather Get-your-bachelorhood-when-wife-is-out effect!

Now, two years into the marriage and with my 7 month old 8 kilos weighing lump of myself into my life, I see things changing. I no longer crave for that high with that beer and scotch. The liking is still there. No doubt. But when I find my house empty, it leaves a craving for that furless ball kicking on my face or laughing with his toothless gums; those piercing eyes looking straight inside my mind and rearranging my priorities.

I guess am moving on. As I did from my childhood toys and bicycle. As I did from my favorite adoloscent hauntings and Chennai. The liking is still there but there is no craving. The good memories are still there but nothing urging to go back.

Which makes me think - Is life just a journey and not a destination?