There’s this book which I have carried for a week out of a need to finish it badly. In between lunches or dinners, I would read a chapter or two and then another before I sleep. I always chase my own time and I haven’t been effective for a long time. So finally, I got to the last chapter. I was in a plane bound for India. And I looked at my window and found this amazing scene of the sunset. I had to stop and savor the moment. My hand instinctively searched for my camera and clicked the shutter.
Did you ever feel an overflowing of emotion that goes beyond words? And as you overflow, you looked around wishing that maybe, just maybe someone was looking at the same scene and you wanted to share that intimate moment. I glanced at the person beside me. A stranger who was languidly sleeping, his head was about to touch my shoulder. I returned to the scene in my window and the sunset was gone. What remained was a sea of fluffy clouds bathed in gold light.
I returned to the last few pages of the book and on page 342, my eyes caught these lines.
“Sorrow surged then, silently, like water inside him. A formless, transparent sorrow. A sorrow he could touch, yet something that was also far away, out of reach. Pain struck him, as if gouging out his chest, and he could barely breathe.”
raytsbaron 
This has much to it my friend, joy, pain, loss, sadness and a little anger at the sort of injustice of the death of the aesthetic. You captured the scene, just once which will be enough to elicit the memory, the languid man’s influence will fade and the accompanying indignance. But like track marks the damage that we receive sometimes from such emotional cuts is that of one of the thousand that lead to death.
Oh and have a good time in India, that’s a fair bit nearer my side of the globe!
India is one of the most interesting places I have been to. The place is a feast, bursting in colors and lively people. I have come there for work but I had a nice time, nonetheless. Short but sweet.
“Death of the aesthetic”—> nice way of putting it. I have a friend who would always tell me that all beautiful things fade so one needs to know the right timing when to freeze that moment. 🙂