….Rings on her Fingers, Bells on her toes; She shall have music wherever she goes...

A friend recently sang this to me, saying this was how he thought of me, what encapsulated my personality the way he knew it. I must admit, I was pretty flattered at the compliment. It’s good to know people feel you spread sunshine in your wake. It’s a great thing to do for someone, and have done for you. His opinion was also that I had wings on my feet, but he couldn’t find a way to fit that in what with the rings and bells and music claiming precedence.
I most strongly identify with the “wings on my feet” bit though. Every so often I feel an itch in my toes, which means its time to be off again. Time to leave the city I’m in and find a new one to explore. Time to find new experiences to soak in, new people to meet and new things to see and do. This is sometimes a great handicap, because, lets face it- travelling requires money and time. Which means it leaves less time and money for other things.
I’m in Bombay right now, beginning to feel that itch again. Where shall I head off to next? Maybe the mountains? The mountains always give me solace and peace; they help me figure my head out. And frankly, I feel like I’ve had the best of Bombay. I’ve taken in most of the good the city has to offer, had a taste of the bad as well; but from hereon, there will be few new experiences and earth-shattering revelations. I’ve explored the people my Bombay Friends (as I like to refer to them) are, scraped the surfaces, seen the real stuff, liked and hated it alternatively, but never tired of it. Because I knew there was more. Now, however, new tastes are few and far between.

Oh hell, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter where I go, or what I do, as long as I remember to keep the rings and bells on. As long as I have music wherever I go. As long as I know how to make my own music where there is none.