Inglorious Moments?

Erratic Expeditions

In your most private self, you always imagine a trajectory for your life. You might boast of adventure but deep down you do want some certainty, some sense of achievement. Most of your actions are dedicated towards that. You are conscious of them, most certainly because they protect a tangible end result.

And then there are moments that you just let slip through the cracksof time. They are like twinkling stars – too far to make sense of. But they are always there. It just takes a rare dark night to appreciate them. That sudden flash when you realise – they did play their part.

When you helped a stranger find a street. When you first read a book. When you first wrote a poem. When you left home for college. When you started reading a newspaper. When you danced and sang at a gathering, carefree. When you helped…

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