It was a warm sunny afternoon and I was driving through the
city, soaking in the sunshine. Even though it was a beautiful day, my mind was
occupied with the grave intensity of the situation I was currently confronted
with: a new place, new people, new language
and no familiarity in sight. All that I knew, loved and was comfortable with
seemed to have been left far far behind. How was I to go on? What would I go on
with? Why was I doing this to myself? These questions seemed to go on
relentlessly and my mind, given a so-called reason to be entangled, was happily
obliging me with its usual games: This was a wrong decision! You are meant to
be doing other things…..You are wasting your time….!!
Time…the irrefutable sovereign…who can be a friend and an
enemy at the same time! How strange is its influence and how vulnerable we are
to its prowl! Thinking of what I had left behind was overwhelming me to the
point of feeling claustrophobic.
