Woke up with a funny feeling last morning. The last date I remembered clearly was 9th and today its last day in May. The last six months did a quick replay as I gained complete consciousness.

That realisation that half a year has just raced past without me having a grip on any day was left me with the feeling of absurd.

Precisely half the year is left. Shouldn’t I do something exciting to make it count?

Or is it really is it important to take a half yearly analysis? Don’t know whether I should take things in my hands and plan ahead or just go with the flow.

But one thing’s happened. Have been bitten by the wanderbug and the last thing I need to tick off Pondicherry from my bucket list. An unfulfilled promise to myself.

Hopefully, this half will have better things to say.