Afterglow

Last Tuesday I wrote:

My brother wrote a blog last month about all of us leaving…home, friends, each other...
Last night I went to sleep with the feeling of having left myself..
This out of body experience rendered a tremendous feeling of loss, defeat and unhappiness.
The rainy evenings on the Strand in Kolkata personifies nostalgia.
As the sun sets and the couples cosy up with each other, I feel that the world has cheated me of some ingredients to happiness.
The variety I call happiness is surely a blander version of the original.
I guess most things in life can be brought down to food,either as an allegory or as a simile.
Gastronomical delights are assured while the flights of fantasy are clearly not..
No wonder obesity is rampant today indicating the unhappiness within.

The following Monday I wrote:

Last week was one of extremes. Found myself jostling with the lowest of lows and also thankfully a few well sustained euphoria.
When the intimacy rendered by conversation gets translated into other planes, this surely is a recipe for euphoria.
Wonder why it took me so long to work that out..

Yet Another Tuesday:

There is this ever increasing knot in my throat. It seems that I have always mis timed most actions in life. Either I have rushed through things or I was just too late. Ironically the consequence of both remains the same..
Maybe a few questions in life should just be left unanswered, some doors unopened. However this capability of leaving things unexplored was never within my reach. With the third decade in my life nearing completion perhaps I should just learn the trick to do so.
Morbidity sure makes an interesting read.