Monday, January 7, 2013


Moving on to another chapter in life brings with it an interesting ambience - beautiful yet bitter. With new places and people come old memories and reminiscences. All that's great about the past is now poignantly crystallized in memory, as real as though it's all just behind a pane of glass - something to marvel at with reminiscent awe, visible, relatable, yet out of reach.

As the days go by, it's the random, unexpected moment that brings up the past for no apparent reason, whether it's a beautiful moon, some birds flying out in the open, or just a solitary pensive second.

It's one of those moods that feels like the essence of Liszt's Consolation No. 3 - it probably encapsulates what I mean more eloquently than how I say it . The remnants of the world of the past; those that exist only in memory and bear no semblance to the reality of the present. And yet I'm glad they're there.

The moon from the terrace, the tranquil nights at Trichy - the darkness of the night, the wind whistling, the trees swaying, the sound of faraway laughter, strains of music played somewhere, the familiar roads around campus - another world, another life. Peace, and calm.