In a freak turn of events, almost exactly a year later, I find myself facing the keyboard in the struggle to put together my thoughts and write something down. Over the past few months, I have had to come to grips with the fact that I don't have much time left with me. Not because I have become a victim of some terminal disease, but just knowing the fact that there is so much to know and see in this world, that it will never be enough.
Fear not, this is not some sort of a fatalistic post which is meant to open the taps of sorrow and into the river of solitude but only a realisation that we have all been born to do one thing only, tell stories. Not just to our children before we put them to sleep but also to each and every person there is. In the past few years, I stumbled across a hole in the ground that was not even the size of my thumb but upon digging, it evolved into a hole that could fit a man inside it. Not only dig deeper, but I decided to enter into this hole, not sure which end I would come out of. It could well be China on the other end.
My tenure in this city has been for the last 4 years and it only scares me to realised that in this time period, I have aged like any other person, but brought to a realisation that I have barely scratched the surface in unearthing the stories buried beneath my feet. This rabbit hole only goes deeper and deeper with each passing day and it is only a matter of time when I will not even be able to look back at the light that I have left behind.
In my time here, I have met many such men and women who have gone beyond into this realm, immortalised, victimised, alone, yet accomplished but slaves to the power of time. They have all tried to piece together a puzzle which has left many enchanted, yet incomplete as they tried to piece together the history this megapolis that has netted millions into its deceitful eyes in allure of its fame, richness for eternity. There is something in the winds, that run through my lungs and make me want to go deeper down this hole.
For now, I shall rest and wake up tomorrow to wonder what mysteries it beholds for me to solve, the island of good life, the heptanesia, the euthanasia, the Urbs Prima in Indis.
