The Present Is A Present

Sometimes in the business of life we become like robots, frenzied, automated, and mechanical. Even our social outings sometimes seem to promote repetitive behaviour or repetitive activity. Thus, life goes on, the mind numbs out and everything seems pointless! Until of course nature, fate or destiny strikes through.

- Suparna Rijhwani

It happened to me, it was all as described, repetitive, automatic and frenzied. A family, a job, a social life, and loss in the middle is me. Nothing much-made sense other than fait accompli or out of a sense of duty. Morning till night and over the weekends it seemed like I am plugged into a socket draining my soul away.

Then one day my fate stepped in, as a health scare. It was nothing overtly major but significant enough to throw me off balance, unexpected, painful, and completely blindsided me. I needed surgery. I went through with it, endured it, and in its aftermath was confined to my house for a while as I recuperated.