Just had my preliminaries done yesterday. The last forty five days were spent at nothing than reading. Had put a hold on my social life, entertainment, research. Had stopped attending calls, stopped making calls. Now it’s Time to get back to those, return the calls, watch the Netflix shipping, deal with the revise and resubmits, write down the new concepts, make those editorial changes, find potential new outlets for rejected work, working on dissertation…
All these days I was preparing for the exam, I wished that I could spend some time with my work instead. But now that it’s over, all I can think is taking a day off from everything. It’s been a while since I stared at the stars at night. I happen to stay in a place that is quite far from the pollution that impedes us from seeing what is out there in the open. Having said that, I don’t remember the last time in Pullman, I actually looked up.
Some twenty five years back in Calcutta, my parents used to take me to the terrace of the building to show me the stars. The idea was make me ponder on something, while they stuff the food in my mouth. With years, the city became polluted to the extent that even on a clear sky all one can see is dust. Things are a bit different now. It’s the mind that had been dusty, stopping me to stare up and enjoy the beauty of the vastness, where every twinkle is like a drop of breath.
After I go home today, I would walk around stare at the emptiness and maybe talk with five year old Avi, who seems to have been lost all these years.
All these days I was preparing for the exam, I wished that I could spend some time with my work instead. But now that it’s over, all I can think is taking a day off from everything. It’s been a while since I stared at the stars at night. I happen to stay in a place that is quite far from the pollution that impedes us from seeing what is out there in the open. Having said that, I don’t remember the last time in Pullman, I actually looked up.
Some twenty five years back in Calcutta, my parents used to take me to the terrace of the building to show me the stars. The idea was make me ponder on something, while they stuff the food in my mouth. With years, the city became polluted to the extent that even on a clear sky all one can see is dust. Things are a bit different now. It’s the mind that had been dusty, stopping me to stare up and enjoy the beauty of the vastness, where every twinkle is like a drop of breath.
After I go home today, I would walk around stare at the emptiness and maybe talk with five year old Avi, who seems to have been lost all these years.
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