I’ve been on a reducetarian diet for the last fifteen months. It has been a fantastic experience. I started off with weekday vegetarianism which I talked about in this blog post roughly twelve months ago. However, today, I finally leapt into it. I’m finally stopping all consumption of flesh. I will, however, consume milk and eggs. So, that makes my new diet a lacto-ova-vegetarian one.
It’s officially two months today since the day you left. I don’t remember much about that day. No, honestly, I don’t. All I remember are moments, and everything else is pretty much a blur. Before you judge me and give me that puppy face though, hear me out once.
It’s a new month, and the days I spent in Nallavagu already feel like a distant memory. At this point, I feel like I’ve forgotten more about the experience than what I remember. The more I get into my life, the more my time there feels like a blur. However, I think, Nallavagu will forever echo in my memory like the morning, afternoon and evening wishes of the students that never ceased throughout...
The village of Nallavagu, Telangana seems impossibly far away from my hotel room. Although the distance is just a feeble hundred and fifty kilometres, the difference is extreme. That difference makes Nallavagu feel like a figment of my imagination and by extension, makes the last fifteen days feel like a whole other universe.
I think stories are the most crucial part of humanity. Everything has a story behind it; from the invention of the wheel to the brand that serves you coffee. The latter is of concern. Believe it or not; stories are the best-selling product of the twenty-first century. It is quite literally, a war of the narrative.
I’m done with college. I’m also back to my hometown. As I woke up late, after an unplanned ten-hour sleep, there were two things going on in my head. First, a plethora of guilt. Second, the question that the guilt kept asking me, “what now?”
I’ve had a multitude of experiences that made me genuinely wonder about the more significant things during my three years in, the bigger cities. So, I can’t say this was the one that matters. However, this happens to be the most recent one. It is a couple of experiences to be honest which make sense only when taken together, like wine and cheese or peanut butter and jelly.
I’m walking as my feet sync to the tune in my ears. It’s almost perfect. Almost. The landscape is still pretty usual. At least, I’m moving to the tune of the song as I make my way through the dense crowds. Perhaps, this is the only advantage of living in the national capital region; you can always lose yourself among the crowd and the music.
When I was a somewhat younger version of the child I am today, I found an empty shoebox lying around in my cluttered house. Now as a child, I was filled with more sentiment than I was with logical thought and so I kept a rock in that shoebox. It was a small piece, but it was the start of an archive.
I’ve been away. I haven’t written on the blog in three weeks, and I just missed this Tuesday as well. In my defence, however weak it looks, I had my college valediction. After coming back home, I took a shower, and I am here writing because even if Tuesday is over, I had to get a post out before I go to bed. I had different ideas for this post given the small hiatus I’ve taken...