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Random Notes by Dipika Kohli

“For any writer who wants to keep a journal, be alive to everything, not just to what you’re feeling, but also to your pets, to flowers, to what you’re reading.”
― May Sarton

KismuthIt’s time.

Time for the thing that you do when you start all over. Time for the moment of checking in. Seeing if where you’ve come from and where you’re headed, or your idea of it, anyways, are at least a little known for you. “The end of all our exploring will be to arrive at where we began, and know the place for the first time,” said T.S. Eliot.

January’s pink sky over Bangkok in the evenings reminds me to take the time to notice. The way the air feels heavier than it did five months ago, when I scrambled here from Vientiane to get to the Indian Embassy and see about visas to India. I had big ideas, back then. You put all your hopes and dreams into one idea, and you think it’s the only way.

There is always more than one way, though. Continue reading