Time!

A transparent sheet of fluidic life, rushes across the arid land, unwavering and strong, stopping for none…

If only one could for a moment sit on the banks of this beautiful stream and observe the colorful boats that flow along through the crests and troughs of this capricious river, one would understand…

Every boat in this bountiful river, has its own course to traverse and circumvent… They all move onward, in varied routes, but for sure always onward and forward…

The steady neverending flow of colorless fluid makes sure of that…

A flow that at times one wishes to stop and savour, and at times to reverse, and change…

A wish common to all of human experience, but also the only common eventuality of all human experiences…

Well… When you realize that the end does not matter and the start was never your choice, all that is left is to savour your travel across the stream, and be happy that you got the boat!

Well, from there onwards the vagaries of the stream, the sturdiness of your oars and the boats of your fleet, are all that matters…

Because, you never can make memories alone and what is a good life, without good company…

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Almost four years since I stepped foot in Delhi, in the way towards Kashipur… I must say, it truly has been a great ride, with some amazing people and cherishable memories…

Every city I lived in gave me something, and Madras can never be surpassed, but Delhi I guess will not be far…