For as long as my memory can take me back in time, I have always longed to be in a place, far from any place I've ever been in all these years. This elusive place has always been in the back of my head, stoked when I read a piece of fiction or watch a movie - wherein one of the characters seems to be in a similar kind of place which could come fairly close to my fancy.
What's interesting is when I look in retrospect, I've actually walked past such places of etherealness but could barely recognise them, for all their etherealness only exists in my head. That could be an unassuming lane with a scenic tea shop at the end of it in a normal, tier-2 city like Jamshedpur or Darjeeling. Maybe, the whole idea behind such dream is to be in such a place that offers an escape from familiarity. To be somewhere where I could just slip a bag on my shoulder and saunter around. Rid of any obligations to be somewhere else and do something that I'd dread to do.
I started watching Black Mirror yesterday and 3rd episode in the 1st season held my breath. For as sweet as memories seem when they are ephemeral in their flashing, their outlasted lingering in our heads will only welcome their twin sister that goes by the name Chaos. This point was exquisitely dealt in that episode. After a point, one desires memories to be erased - like cleansing roads of snow so that the bogey called life could resume its journey.
The next time I pass thru one of such places, I'd stop, fill my lunges with its air and go on.
What's interesting is when I look in retrospect, I've actually walked past such places of etherealness but could barely recognise them, for all their etherealness only exists in my head. That could be an unassuming lane with a scenic tea shop at the end of it in a normal, tier-2 city like Jamshedpur or Darjeeling. Maybe, the whole idea behind such dream is to be in such a place that offers an escape from familiarity. To be somewhere where I could just slip a bag on my shoulder and saunter around. Rid of any obligations to be somewhere else and do something that I'd dread to do.
I started watching Black Mirror yesterday and 3rd episode in the 1st season held my breath. For as sweet as memories seem when they are ephemeral in their flashing, their outlasted lingering in our heads will only welcome their twin sister that goes by the name Chaos. This point was exquisitely dealt in that episode. After a point, one desires memories to be erased - like cleansing roads of snow so that the bogey called life could resume its journey.
The next time I pass thru one of such places, I'd stop, fill my lunges with its air and go on.
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