There is a song playing through another wall.. and meanwhile my soul is flying high and slowly touching the moment of beauty.

This is an endless road- you know it, and we all go on searching. So do I - I am going back to India. Again and again. To see the places and moments from the past and celebrate the Here And Now! To enter churches and temples, to ride in crowded busses, that will bring me closer and closer to myself.

One thing, that night stroke me - she said, that we all meet God through our fathers. And it stopped me for a while and kept me thinking..

So while the leaves are slowly loosing the beautiful color in my streets, I am leaving on a jet plane...