(How do you start blogging about a place that seems absolutely perfect to the eyes of the rest of the world, but it happens to be a place that broke your heart into a million pieces? How many places, other than India, can do that in one's lifetime?)
Switzerland broke my heart because traveling to a place expecting to love it -- its majestic Alps, its landscapes, and its people -- does not mean actually falling in love with it.
Switzerland broke my heart because it showed me a completely different way of living, impeccably clean spaces, perfectly organized schedules, and hermetically reserved people, and I am not that.
Switzerland broke my heart because of its calm and peace, it's organization, and it's synchronization, and I'm not that.
Switzerland broke my heart because of the tears it caused me, the loneliness it brought about, and the realization of several truths it created.
Switzerland broke my heart because a dog will never become a cat, and a cat will never become a dog.
Switzerland broke my heart because of its deep sea blue eyes, its snow-white soft skin, it's grass-soft golden hair, it's bear-like toe grip, and it's sugar-like sweet voice...
And even though Switzerland broke my heart, all I can feel today is immense gratitude precisely for having broken my heart, for having shaken me, for having awaken me, for having scolded me, for having moved me, for having allowed me to love!!
Because it was Switzerland that allowed me so see what I had to see, that made me miss what I had to miss, and that forced me to start the new life that I had to live.
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