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.