Hey,
You know, there are these moments of sheer joy, moments which are filled with pure happiness. Such moments knock at your door unexpectedly and immerse you within themselves. You forget that nagging hardship which refuses to budge and all that your face comes to reflect is a radiant 40-watt smile, stretching from one side of your face to another. Truth be told, in the past two years, I clearly remember just two of such moments; first of which happened a year ago and the second, yesterday.
About a year ago, I was trying to cope up with the massive change in my life. Although it was more of an emancipation from the course I hated pursuing, the guilt of wasting a year was growing day by day. On top of that, the thought of having to spend three years with new peers, who nowhere came around the intellectual superiority I was seeking, was right away depressing. Amidst that scenario, I bumped into the person for whom I had been pining for every day since the point in time it was obvious that we had gone on separate paths. It was then; I forgot all my depressing thoughts and beamed merely at that person's existence absolutely next to me.
Yesterday, while I was mindlessly scrolling through my Facebook feed, I came across a link mentioning Bruce Dickinson as a speaker at one of the Blogger conference. At first, I was in a disbelieve, yet I click that link only to find out that it was indeed true! I was, seriously, jumping with joy!
Today, I ended up comparing these moments to the one in which I discovered that I cleared my intermediate levels. Somehow, I wasn't just as happy, instead, I felt a vague sense of relief. Hence, I have come around this school of thinking that; pure happiness is experiences, when something you really want happens unexpectedly, but again, that something should be the one you harbour no hopes for. I know, it sounds complicated, but my experiences are a proof which testifies my insight.
In other news, as I pointed out in the last paragraph, I cleared my intermediate levels! I have finally gotten unstuck from the rut I felt I was trapped in since past two years. The time to stock up on formal clothing has befallen upon me, and I cannot be anything less than excited! In yet another news, I did not like Strange Pilgrims, the book I had discussed at length in my previous letter. I managed to push myself to finish the half of it, only to abandon it on chancing upon Train To Pakistan by Khushwant Singh. I completed Train To Pakistan today, and honestly, it is a splendid read and I did not see that climax coming! I urge you to read it, and more so, if the partition saga manages to boil your blood, like mine.
So, I think I shall end this letter here. I know I promised regular letters, but somehow, I cannot catch the train of my thoughts daily and end up with a blank slate when I sit down to type the letter out. It is frustrating and makes me doubt whether I still possess my literary prowess, sometimes. Anyway, I better save all this for the next.
-The Perplexed Stormbringer.
You know, there are these moments of sheer joy, moments which are filled with pure happiness. Such moments knock at your door unexpectedly and immerse you within themselves. You forget that nagging hardship which refuses to budge and all that your face comes to reflect is a radiant 40-watt smile, stretching from one side of your face to another. Truth be told, in the past two years, I clearly remember just two of such moments; first of which happened a year ago and the second, yesterday.
About a year ago, I was trying to cope up with the massive change in my life. Although it was more of an emancipation from the course I hated pursuing, the guilt of wasting a year was growing day by day. On top of that, the thought of having to spend three years with new peers, who nowhere came around the intellectual superiority I was seeking, was right away depressing. Amidst that scenario, I bumped into the person for whom I had been pining for every day since the point in time it was obvious that we had gone on separate paths. It was then; I forgot all my depressing thoughts and beamed merely at that person's existence absolutely next to me.
Yesterday, while I was mindlessly scrolling through my Facebook feed, I came across a link mentioning Bruce Dickinson as a speaker at one of the Blogger conference. At first, I was in a disbelieve, yet I click that link only to find out that it was indeed true! I was, seriously, jumping with joy!
Today, I ended up comparing these moments to the one in which I discovered that I cleared my intermediate levels. Somehow, I wasn't just as happy, instead, I felt a vague sense of relief. Hence, I have come around this school of thinking that; pure happiness is experiences, when something you really want happens unexpectedly, but again, that something should be the one you harbour no hopes for. I know, it sounds complicated, but my experiences are a proof which testifies my insight.
In other news, as I pointed out in the last paragraph, I cleared my intermediate levels! I have finally gotten unstuck from the rut I felt I was trapped in since past two years. The time to stock up on formal clothing has befallen upon me, and I cannot be anything less than excited! In yet another news, I did not like Strange Pilgrims, the book I had discussed at length in my previous letter. I managed to push myself to finish the half of it, only to abandon it on chancing upon Train To Pakistan by Khushwant Singh. I completed Train To Pakistan today, and honestly, it is a splendid read and I did not see that climax coming! I urge you to read it, and more so, if the partition saga manages to boil your blood, like mine.
So, I think I shall end this letter here. I know I promised regular letters, but somehow, I cannot catch the train of my thoughts daily and end up with a blank slate when I sit down to type the letter out. It is frustrating and makes me doubt whether I still possess my literary prowess, sometimes. Anyway, I better save all this for the next.
-The Perplexed Stormbringer.
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