Dreams Unlimited
Right now, I am sitting under the soft, yellowish glow of a lamp at a table in the Marriott Hotel somewhere in the northern part of America. This place is called Des Moines, the capital city of Iowa. I am not a software engineer who crossed oceans to chase dollars in the United States. Nor am I a student pursuing an MS at a university here. Before I speak of why I am here and with whom , I first need to understand myself. While I try to stay pragmatic, the feelings tied to my work, friends, and the time well spent back in India linger—not as a burden, but as emotions that quietly accompany me. This first post is mostly about why I decided to start this blog. It may not have a story per se, but it feels like an arrow shot by an eight-year-old boy from a toy bow—driven only by the desire to shoot, without aim or direction. And yet, I am happy. I am happy to have the freedom to walk along a directionless path. I am enjoying it—no pressure of time, no pressure of expectations, no pressure ...