2013 passed me by like a strong wind. The kind of wind that ruffles up your hair, flies your muffler to your face, blows up dust and twigs in your eyes and yet for the sudden blast of activity it stirs up, it is a happy adventure. Standing in the whirlwind of shreds of paper, rotten leaves, small stones, and other things found on dusty pavements, we all enjoy a brief superhero moment trying to battle the windy force of nature that somehow, always blows against our direction.
When the very same gale decides to blow over life, what we get is the year 2k13. Liberty has been taken to assume everyone had the same whirlwind of a year that I did, but not with complete lack of reason. No year is entirely good or bad. When no day is entirely good or bad, 365 grey days can only make a dark grey, at best.
What I still haven’t been able to figure out, is whether I was the eye of the storm, or was it I who was the storm this year. I suppose different people might have different responses to that, while I hang in the sphere of ambiguity and let the question remain suspended : of course, till the zephyr returns and titillates it again.
Inspite of all the dust that went into my eyes, this year gave me a lot to write about. This blog is here because words are waiting to flow from my fingers to my keyboard, and although this wasn’t the plan, I resolved somewhere in the process of writing this, that justice has to be served to the year that gave me things to think about: it needs to be given words.
And hence, I need to warm up – to starting afresh by writing about the year that was, and in equal measure- the year that will be.
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Whims and Esprit 