Dear Whosoever Is Going To Read This

Dear Whosoever Is Going To Read This,

It is nearly 4pm in the afternoon on a freezing, grey winter day somewhere in the Delhi NCR area. It is the 6th of January, 2023, and in the spirit of new year's resolutions, I decided to open my Kindle app and select a new book to read. New is the key here because I can't look at all the dozen books I've started and left in between. But choosing a new book is also tricky. Very tricky. More often than not, the process goes like this: I want something that's not too serious, not too frivolous, not reality, not fiction, not a travelogue, not a memoir, definitely not a romance, and so many 'nots' that I end up reading science fiction in the end. I love SF. But this is only the sixth day of the new year. Time to choose something new. May the universe guide me! So, sitting on the toilet seat on a cold, grey winter evening somewhere in Delhi NCR, I opened the kindle app on my phone, closed my eyes, scrolled up and down a few times and touched somewhere on the screen.

It opened a book titled 'The Puma Years: A Memoir' by Laura Coleman. The cover interested me less than the little note by Jane Goodall, "You will love this book." Now I can do many things in life but can't ignore Jane, so I started reading it. A few pages down the line, I like the voice of the narrator and the way she is structuring her story. And I'm like, hey, I, too, talk like this. Talk like this to myself that is. Fun fact: I'm not that excited about talking to other human beings. And while thinking how much I talk to myself, silently, with words echoing within the cranium, I thought why not start jotting that down and see if someone out there might also be interested in my private conversations with myself. 

That's it. That's the genesis. Maybe I'll keep up with this for some time. Maybe this will vanish in the heavy pollution-laden AQI 400 Delhi NCR air like so many other new year's resolutions around this time. I'll keep you posted.

And to those wondering, any one individual even, no, I didn't write all of this on the toilet seat. I finished my business like a good old guy, washed my hands with soap for more than twenty seconds as recommended by the WHO and then wrote all of this while standing at my dining table where I was supposed to have my lunch some time ago.

So thank you, dear whosoever reading this, I hope to come back soon with another bit of mental conversation.

Namaste!