It has been 5 months. Each passing day now seems a futile exercise in trying to control the hunger. The madness is rising within once more, growing stronger every day, unbearable with each sunset.
The city hunts me down, tries to seduce me with its neon promises and untimely rain. But I must..I must answer to the primal urge. Every sight, every sound, every spot of green, every bend in the road makes me want to yield to this indomitable desire.
Must steal time from the urban dream.The Himalayas beckon and I have to answer.
"..no matter, the road is life."