Lost Horizon

It started two and a half years back.  I came to the island.  Before starting the next short project, I was rewarding myself for a head start and checked into one of the best hotels.  This was one of the most enjoyable holidays, close to home.  It marked the start of a journey of transforming my life's perspectives.

I picked up the book, Lost Horizon by James Hilton, on the bedside in the hotel room.  Mesmerised by the story.  This holiday in the hotel gave me the prelude to life in the Shangri la described in the book.  And I started dreaming. 

On and off, I returned to the same island for holidays.  Is it for the old heritage houses, each with a story and character? Is it for the food, which still retains the process of preparation and uses the same ingredients, decades back?  Is it the friendly residents?  It's just some magic in the air that draws you back.

Two years later, I am back for a longer term.  Sometimes, if not often enough, dreams come true.  Do I dream enough?