New Everything

The subject of my mail becomes the subject of my blog. A blog for letting it out sake. I will know who and what I have shaped up after I blurt it out. Inside of me, it is an unrecognizable lump, struggling to come out. It takes shape and then I give it a name. An unlikely flowchart.

A lot of variables in life have changed and the unchanged ones too, seem new. And I don’t seem to crave for the old, comfortable to fit in, routine. How am I like this? I give up all that I had picked and chosen for myself in a matter of a week – never to look back over my shoulder. Doesn’t this seem almost scary? The ability to move away from anything, anyone.

In the middle of movies, I feel like neo in the room with guns. I can smell the gun powder and sense his excitement. I am Neo! The weird thing is, inspite of the movies now becoming so real, they still manage to retain the magic. The friday evening excitement still crackles in the air and my ‘before reaching the theatre’ goosebumps still make their presence felt. Maybe, the answer lies in the simple magic of storytelling. Maybe that’s all there is to it – a story well told is never to be forgotten – its sense, smell, texture, taste – everything stays on with you – forever.