So what do you do when you experience a sense of exasperation with your daily life?
You go to a flashback.
A year and a half ago, I recall a cold evening. Winter was leaving. I had ordered a couple of full Maggis and was sitting on the hard stone bench of a park. I was dreaming out loud. I was happy and I was sad. Over and above that I was content knowing that my feelings were sparked off by hope pure and childish - the sadness an acceptable corollary considering the dread that lingered in the background. A man with stunning white hair brought us the food. As I slurped the bland and then spicy concoction, I felt safe. I had little money, a superlatively untidy and stuffy room and some stupid ambitions.
Those were the best days of my life.
The flashback is more than simple nostalgia.
It's a push.
The flashback is more than simple nostalgia.
It's a push.
Quite unrelated to the post but you were waiting at CBRI right? Stunning white hair reminds me of the CBRI guy before anyone else in the world.
ReplyDeleteYes, Nisha, that's the CBRI guy. I was hoping people would make the link without an explicit explanation. Good job.
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