Of New Adventures and Tragedies
There are several things you leave behind when you start somewhere new. Some, you really want to forget, like tarnished memories, spaces that smell of disgust, parts of your soul which then broke away from you and now are trampled by strangers, without them knowing, how much it hurts, even if you're in a completely different part of the country, hell maybe even the world. Then there are things you want to grasp with everything in your being until your fingertips go red and your knuckles surround themselves with blue-black indents of urgency. People who want to help you, that book whose pages remind you of a life before pain, and almost anything not stained with despair, including the selective memories attached to everything that breaks you now, but made you whole then. My new journey begins in a place called Amravati, which is so far away from anything I've ever known that it almost made me feel like cutting away from civilization would sever my connections with w...
