I'm wrapping up my 26th year in India today. For the next week and a half- and possibly the last few days as a 26-year-old will be spent in the UK, provided the airport authorities don't tear my passport, I get to be on the right flight before and after the layover and my posterior and I survive 13 hours over multiple time zones.



This was a bad month for writing but I promise, or well intend to work on that promise in the next few days and write about the UK. For the most part, this was supposed to happen when I was turning 21-22 and since then, I gave up the idea of doing anything overseas.

Repeat after me- Thailand is not overseas. Thailand is home.

Onwards anxiety, panic and hopefully many interesting posts.