I remember planning to send a letter or postcard to achachan on this date...just for the heck of it.
I thought it will make him smile..
It will make Appu smile too.
Perhaps I'll send her a mail.
But I don't feel the joy of doing it.
Will I ever feel happiness as I used to so easily all these years?
I don't know.
It looks like I've lost faith in life. Nothing is secure. Nobody is safe. Anything can happen to anybody any time.
Is it a curse? Why? Who?
It's funny, it's crazy that despite all this, despite a series of killer tragedies, despite being repeatedly reminded that our life is not in our hands, I continue to worry about money and job and security and other stupid, clearly meaningless things that the capital world has taught us to respect.
11.11.11. Can it be the freedom day that helps me break free from the money-centred system and live a simpler, free and fair life?
I wish it did.
rishi
