that a chance trip to the lake side residence of a friend and teacher (later renamed  the ’soul sanctuary’) would lead to new friends who you just ‘connect’ with, and with whom all of your outer walls and shields just melt away, was unimaginable.

and that it would just be the start to a beautiful ‘group friendship’ who like hanging out, going to places and do all sort of stupid things, like 12 people dancing pathan style around a cup to sitar music on daman-e-koh at midnight on a work night among other things, was unthinkable.

i guess that is the art of living a good life no? doing the unimaginable and the unthinkable!

thank you all for being a part of my life! and for bringing joy into a near empty existance.