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 to go against what I do not like.

This brief introduction may seem ordinary, even boring, but if you can read between the lines, you might sense its depth. Mind you—the waters here are deep, not shallow.

So, wishing myself all the best, I will conclude this post. Without further introductions, I am ready to begin penning down my experiences, thoughts, and desires.

See ya guys,

Sran!