A month that marched away faster than the short Feb. It was rather a 31 days anticipatory extention of the short Feb. There was ample space to provide space for a potpouri of twists, tension, hope and some happiness.
Of all incidences, death of Anoop's wife was what touched and squeezed my heart so much after a long while. Though I personally admire death, sometimes I feel like Death is a bit ruthless in choosing its prey. I do not have any words of condolence for him. Just a prayer that may He grant him the ability to stand. Time is the best healer.
Later towards the end of March some rendezvous gifted a flamboyant curtain drop for my March. Life of Pi was the book of the month. Another version of Cast Away and Robinson Crusoe. Version in the sense when spoken about the two common subjects dealt; suffering and survival. And the quote that stuck me was...
“You might think I lost all hope at that point. I did. And as a result I perked up and felt much better.”
“You might think I lost all hope at that point. I did. And as a result I perked up and felt much better.”
The much awaited April slowly steps down from the calendar on the wall. The next 30 days are going to fly at light's pace. A Vishu and the mighty Thrissur Pooram and my normal tensions all coming together means I'm gonna need some bigger container for storing energy to survive this month. Happiness come to play the creamy layer role in the pot of emotions.
Happiness. I won't leave it. Even if sometimes I feel its a fake reality. Believe me, it gives you better mileage than any other emotion. :)
