Word of the Week #298:
So, earlier this week, I was talking to a friend of mine about how this month feels like a season finale in my life.
A number of ongoing storylines have come to an end or are approaching an end, leaving me free to pursue certain new plot points that have been in the horizon for a while but that I haven’t been able to so far.
There will be some changes in the cast. Some recurring characters moving away, some returning for another short arc. Some might even stay to join the main cast. Who knows.
There could also be some changes to the setting, as has become the norm in my life, year after year.
Now, looking at my life as an ongoing narrative is something really normal for me, but during that conversation, I realised that not everyone does that.
Of course, I am not used to being unusual and doing unusual things. I have come to accept that as an integral part of who I am, by now.
What struck me as odd was just how natural it felt to me. I think I have always seen my life like that.
I remember vividly that the last time I felt this way was on 7 Feb 2021. I was sitting at the airport in Pune, and I had this distinct sense that my life was going to change, at least for a while.
I was right. Ongoing storylines ended, and new storylines began. Characters have come and gone. Settings have changed. It was a season of lull, though, all things considered. A season of slow, incremental growth in a time when—quite frankly—lesser mortals may have broken down, and quite justifiably so too.
But this season is ready to end as well, and by mid-Jan, as far as I can estimate.
What will the next season bring us?
Stay tuned for a sneak peek.
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