Okay, so when things don’t go to plan you can do one of two things. Be angry or be chilled.
Although I have every right to be angry, it serves no purpose, so I’ve chosen the latter: to be chilled and accept that my elusive Indian visa will arrive in due course.
I’m a firm believer in fate: everything happens for a reason. I’m not here to question the reason, only to live by the hand fate has dealt.
So I remain in Australia with my departure date to India now visible only through the eyes of the Indian consulate.
But I have faith… stay tuned…
