I came from Somerset Maughams country, and presently an in No Mans land...A version of the Razor's Edge, I suppose ...It was initially a feeling of exhilaration , when I touched 18 years, then an increasing emptiness , which increased as and when I thought of what my skills, my aptitude , my interests , will lead me upto....of what career that i could choose or what career would choose me..The latter, I was also very apprehensive about, wondering whether it would really suit my inherent aspirations, build on it, The emotion rwas not fear , but a vague feeling that my inherent aspirations, that itself not very clear, may not be met by that career, and i may , inadvertently be left walking a path that i did not want to..Wandering withing this emptiness with such thoughts, a sudden vibrant nudge arose...Postpone the decision, wander about , be a wanderer , until the journey is determined, until the emptiness starts to fill....and some how, not really knowing how, going against my comfort zone , I decided to do just that..Be a wanderer....and that slowly , after a few months , led me first to the lower Himalayas and then on to the place, where , people in this part of the world , called it the Oldest living City, Varanasi....utterly unlike anything in my old country..and in my experience so far...

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