Rewind

This year has been very memorable for me. A year full of activities, adventures, and learning. A year I would like to recall as an active year. From changing states to changing mindstate, a lot has happened.

But first, thank you everyone who has taken their time to read my blogs. Your every feedback and every appreciation have inspired and motivated me to write more.  A journey that started as a part-time hobby has completed its first year.

Yes, the first anniversary of 'Pastimelogs'. Kudos to each one you.

"Everyday is momentous but turning those days into an anniversary is something memorable"

It was precisely last year December when I published my first blog, 'Through the Window'. Very hesitant to upload at first, I somehow gathered my every strength to give this mere trial a chance. Indeed, a trail, because I wasn't sure about the future. My mind was overflowing with questions. Questions of self-doubt, self-assessment, and, most importantly, fear of failure. I was getting anxious with every move. I was consulting my friends, colleagues, and even motivational videos. Many a time I thought of dropping this idea. Maybe this is not for me. Maybe I shouldn't try. Until one day, when I came across a quote that changed it all, "Fear regret more than failure". These few words had such a powerful meaning that it had impacted my every thought process. This line has now become a driving factor in my life. But how did it all started? This whole process didn't happen overnight. It was a cumulative process of three long months from the day I realized.



18th September 2018,
I vividly remember it was a Saturday afternoon. I was sitting on a bench in a park near my house. Being bored the whole day I was aimlessly looking at the sky. I had always been a keen admirer of nature and, most importantly, clouds. For me, one can look at them for hours and hours before being lost in their space. Their shapes, colors, and movement had been a showstopper for me.

It was already growing dusk and, my admiration was dissolving in the night sky. I saw a flock of birds flying past my sight. Everything was pacing for the final goodbye. In that vague moment, I was lost in my thoughts. Thoughts of a place which was neither past nor future but feels so real. A place where every situation was controllable. It felt like I was driving every action. I was lost in a space where my mind was thrill for being a part of a fantasy world.

That day after reaching home, I recalled what just had happened. It was early in the morning, but I had just experienced the whole afternoon. A moment back, it was all dusky and, now its day bright. How could it be possible? How can my reality be so altered? This isn't any Sci-Fi movie. I felt everything as if it was all real. I was wonderstruck just by reimagining. I looked at the book and smiled. I was so impressed and got indulged by the storytelling that I created my own world out of it. Forgetting everything aside, I was into it, with the character living it's life.

Maybe this is what a true story-teller can do. It can take you to places and make you their part. For a brief moment, I was blank. I looked outside the window. I have read tens, and hundreds of books but, this was the first of an experience. I've never felt such exhilaration. There it was, through that window, I could see all the possibilities and, all the infinite worlds waiting to be told. I felt a thousand wondering mind or, maybe it was mine, a thousand times.




P.S. 
Thank you again for all your love and support.