::: 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...

Life's journey is made of many sojourns. While some are big, some are small. This journey is accomplished with many people who come across as travelers in our lives but some last life long. As we grow, we know we need more of such real lasting ones to make our journey more meaningful as life when lived alone often leads to sadness, loneliness and melancholy but when lived in the company of anam cara's often turns out to be joyous as happy times get multiplied and testing times are divided and feel less harsh. What happens when suddenly in your life, you feel as if you've been hit by a whirlwind and someone known feels like an unknown ..?? No matter what you cannot relate with that person now the way you did earlier. Life comes to a standstill momentarily till you're able to collect yourself and figure out what went wrong in the relation. How did it turn sour? How did the bridges turn into gaps and further into chasms? How come you never saw the storm coming and ...

I feel immensely challenged especially when trying to figure out what exactly is it that my unquiet mind wants to zero in on but the debilitating effects of prodding a hyper active mind can be catastrophic. When shackles of loneliness contrive to trap the free spirit, perennial friction is bound to ensue. There are moments when I feel my " Life is calling... " and then there are moments when I feel an unbelievable sense of emptiness and a daunting feeling of being completely overwhelmed. It's like oscillating between the zenith and nadir and yet not finding stable grounds anywhere. I have realised that priorities in life change when dreams pave way to the harsh realities of reasons of living and get wiped out of existence in the melee of survival. My priorities? Well, they too disappeared when I chose to live the life of a struggler trying to make both ends meet. Do I regret? Yes and No. Yes, because I killed the creative instincts in me and the dearth of it today makes m...