The world is a strange place and strange are so its ways. But, somehow amidst all the disruptions, distractions, and disillusions; one can find the very essence of all this; the strange flow of diversity. Emerging and subsiding at places unknown and unthought, there are small interventions of this strangeness, leading to diversity.
Who would have thought that you take a flight from Porto to Amsterdam and suddenly amidst no Indian roots, you find a stranger in the front watching those documentaries on India. And, suddenly your heart is delighted at that glimpse. Strange it is indeed. That too to hear your own language in a far off land, yet giving someone who is so different a person, a kind of joy. This joy and the search for it is nothing less than the mere result of the perennial process of increasing diversity. Of finding something you don’t have and of something you think you can't have. And then, you are writing your original stuff in a foreign yet your very own language, listening to something as traditional as Indian Classical Music and siping a cup of coffee in the pure medieval styled Europe. Strange in itself stranger than we can conceive it. You are delighted at seeing something yet you are listening the song which has so much pensiveness and poise to it. Strange, the mind is too. Two senses having completely different experiences yet the mind chooses to stay and focus more on the surreal one, that gives more joy. Is that a calculated tradeoff or is it just another strange way that the mind works in ? May be, who knows. What is more delightful at the moment is nothing more than the moment of these different contrary realisations. Strange, diverse yet completely beautiful.
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