Too little, too much

 

7 JUNE, 2009

TOO LITTLE, TOO MUCH

There were many names on my phonebook, but none to call – many channels on the television but none to watch – many provisions in the kitchen, but none to relish. The ebbs and flows of life are sometimes inconceivable. What seems plentiful can feel scarce without a shred of physical change. The splendour of one moment can be superseded by the shadows of another, cast merely by the fickleness of human mind. A juggler who has perfected his skill after endless hours of practice stands to question the significance of his perseverance as soon as his eyes are turned away from the balls.

Where does this path lead us? What do we seek out of this journey?

I was left to ponder upon these dusky musings, as the twilight clouds zoomed over in their diurnal course. After my parents' month-long stay with me in London, they left for India this morning ensuring everything was in order for me, down to the last detail. And as I wandered on my own in the evening, I was grappling with what I had too much of, and what too little.