Time, a register of loss.

In a quest to earn a living over the past decade, especially the rather boisterous and fluid time since 2014, I look back at the birthdays of mine and loved ones that I have missed, the anniversaries and ofcourse the numerous weddings of friends I have missed which I dearly wanted to attend in Yangon, Kolkata, Mumbai, Pune and Hyderabad. I missed a critical operation of Baba in the recent months just to keep work going. I cannot simply fathom the loss, all to keep work going and pay my bills.

I did not sign in to this when I was an engineering student in Muscat 14 years back. It’s a humongous price. Rather a litany of detritus of rotten tomatoes, my life has turned out to be beneath the glittering resume.


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