me on my horse
For good, for bad, I sometime feel I am at the wrong place at wrong time, all the times. Traits of a wandering mind perhaps, but the truth is so. I should be somewhere in a country side stable, riding my horses, may be few propeller around for flying to work and come back home, a few waterfalls in my backyard to get a personal spa bath anytime I like, a few cats, dogs, alpacas and goats to play with, and a nice cabin to sleep and wake up in with a snow peak views. Well, I am here in a small studio in the city of New York, very close-by actually, and I love it too. Can I be a contradiction enough?
Its been five years since I first rode a horse, and moving away from Bangalore and of course the constant move ever since I had not been able to pursue the skill further. I did my basic-level horse-riding course there, and I have some really fond memories of that time.
* The article I wrote on my horse-riding experience in 2009 : Hoof prints on your heart *