My month and a half escape to pure freedom
is nearing a decade and so is my journey with writing. Looking back, it seems
like a defining decade and journey - a decade which constantly kept me on my
toes, forever shifting, forever questioning. Chapters opened and chapters
closed in quick succession egging me on to the path where I should be. I rose
to great heights and fell from greater heights teetering on the brink of a
space where there is either chaos or magic. Now I can see that by luck or divine
interventions, I always fell on the side of magic.
2003 was a tumultuous year for me. The third annual trek to the Himalayas only added
to the gnawing restlessness which ate up my soul. My mind was filled with
questions and an ever increasing need to escape so much so that I could not think
of anything else. And as the saying went, the universe conspired to give me
exactly what I needed. At that time I didn’t know what the consequences of such
a want would be and where it would lead me. It’s only a decade later that I can
afford to breathe and look back with ease.
It’s the middle of 2013 and the year is no
where similar to the one a decade back. There are no more questions eating out my
soul, only the warmth of the present moment. There are times when a strange and
different kind of restlessness rears its head.....a restlessness which is not
satisfied by the many short and long trips I take on work and holidays leaving
me claustrophobic and gasping. Maybe it’s
a shadow or reminder of something which I have not felt in a long time. Maybe it’s
a precursor to something much bigger.
