The red circle

 I am sitting on my warmly made bed, eating a huge slice of plum cake minus the rum, obviously. The lights in my room are perfectly dim, not too bright to not be able to look ahead into the future and not too dark to not want to leave the past; I miss my best friend that I haven't met in the longest time, and I feel absolutely complete and yet completely singular... just like this piece of cake that is whole on its own, yet it is a part away or a part missing from the whole of the cake. We humans have the tendency to not confront and rather sit in a loudly crowded room full of faces that are well aware of our strangeness, but I like to take this time of the calendar and reflect on everything that has been the season throughout the year. After all, tis the season! This year has been a ride of anticipated but hefty turmoil. I do not fret. I have come across so much about myself on what entices me, what limits me, and what does not simply do anything. The year had some dreams made, some broken, some events checked, and others left incomplete, but I have learned to observe more than object, to experience more than exempt, and to unlearn the learned. I often look lostly at my mother's running hands over her prayer beads; I notice how placidly her fingers brush over the rosary and how it has come to be a habit to her as if it's something she's always been doing since before the threads of time had knotted together. I like to observe, and I keep frisking through every possible idea to connect to what my eyes see; we all have a background story, something that connects our dot on the map to the ship sailed in the ocean where, in this analogy, the ship is us, the people; the ocean is our present, and the distance between is the journey we've accomplished. Even after so much pondering, I am running up and down the cul-de-sac asking, "Why?"

There is a Buddhist concept of the red circle theory, where Gautam Buddha draws a circle with a red chalk and introduces that when someone is destined to meet the other, they will meet irrespective of their diverging paths as they are inevitably threaded. I often think about this...quite a lot, actually, and it helps me to reason with my surroundings. You know, sometimes you end up in places and situations you never thought you'd be in, but at the same time you don't have an explanation for it. I didn't go to my dream institute even upon getting accepted, and neither did I ever want to be doing what I now have chosen as a career (quite the contrary, actually; I wanted to study cinematography, the art of cinematics), but at the same time I do not have an explanation for the causation of either of these instances, so I come back to the red circle. Maybe I was circled in with where I am today, you know, because if you dissect it really well, the theory cannot be interpreted only for people meeting other people, and my take on it is that it could be people meeting other situations, choices, and decisions; people meeting their destinies; hearts meeting their calls; waterfalls meeting the ocean; breezes meeting the leaves scattered on the ground; a mind meeting a purpose; a hand meeting another; an idea meeting words. Actually, me writing this in this exact moment is the example of the same. To limit our possibilities is a crime against oneself and one that isn't redeemable. If you look closely, we are all circled around with red chalk, within a circle alongside someone else, something, some idea, some memory, and maybe even intertwined like a massive Venn diagram, and the bigger it gets, the tougher it is to understand the intricately woven tapestry. I may not be where I am to be today, but the mere fact does not limit or stunt the possibility of being on that desired summit someday... and isn't that what we all are living for! I hope you find your red circle and what you are circled with. May you be happy with it? My wish to God exactly, and may you not be satisfied with it? Well, at least you know you have a dangerously fulfilling journey to embark on and that your possibility has not ended yet. Being happy in your red circle or not is a debatable choice, but isn't everything debatable now in this world of cons (pun intended)? Never a dull moment on this planet. So this new year, my dearest readers, I wish that you may find solace and the unlimited possibilities you hold within yourself and have an abundance of all that is made of stardust, atoms, and ingenuity. As always, there is so much left to say, but as of now, one circle at a time. 

Happy New Year!! 

Cheers!!

Below are some pictures that define the year for me

Picture credit: me myself.

                  My school council badges 

                   A ride on the Ferris wheel 

           Someplace 45 km always from my city         

                      The hinterland 

                       

My little creative bubble, a wall decorated in my room 

           My most cherished companion,meet Oreo .

              Just a few steps outside my place 

The woman I love the most, my mom.

Lavasa, pune 

My terrace 

Ralamandal 

Ralamandal too

Casually luminous skies is what I like

Somewhere in delhi 

Saying goodbyes 

Hinterland 

Out with friends 

Courtyard of my house

Aaannnddd Oreo again 

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