::: ABHEDA TATTVA :::

As much as I did not want to I had to pick my bags again to relocate to a new abode; I had to do it. Work affairs..!! The only thing that excited me was that I was to go through the phase of being a stranger in an unknown city who did not know what was to unfold before her and for the fact that I could explore newer horizons. When I landed in this city, the first thing I did was inhale the air and let it sensitize me. I emptied my mind to make room for the new thoughts and feelings. I felt good then..!! I had to rush through the first few days as I had to find an accommodation, fix a convenient route to office, arrange for my meals and step up to speed at work. None of my so called friends and colleagues offered to guide me through let alone help inspite of an earnest request. The first dent was indented with the people mentalities here..!! Is it so difficult to offer help to someone in distress..??!! To add to it, there was the daily dose of power cuts for close to 4-5 hour

"What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from." - T. S. Eliot The elements that had given shape to my life and  to which I had committed my all seem  insignificant now. Everything around appears so  fragile including relationships. Things change,  people leave. With the passage of time  everything that made sense in the past seem  derisory in their present form. Life's contrariness beguiles me. As I attempt to make sense in repose, the only  thing that strikes me is that there is something  wrong with reality. Is this an irreversible  phenomenon?  Today, I have reached a point where I question  everything. I seek answers and I seek them  aggressively. Eventually, life has to make  sense. Things have to fall in place. That's what  I am told..!! I definitely cannot reach the end  of my existential rope in this note without  knowing the calling of my life. But, to do so,  the only rec