Capturing what you really see against what you thought about is a completely different expression. In this instance the obvious being the extension of arbitrary thoughts over real sanity. Well off course I am in the middle of it and realizing every bit of what can be classified. The exhilaration that surrounds your arrival is now a thing of past and you are more looking forward to the hush, the glooms and the western – for many its oxymoronic.

Now is probably be the best time to capture your impressions on various observations. It would take up a book’s writing to convey the message across; nevertheless it’s worth making that effort to succumb to the occasion, purely on a reflective sense more than an analytical sense.

Chaos treats you at the beginning but you soon see wisdom in the mess. You start thinking this is somewhere I absolutely can’t live my life. The drive back home is probably the most enthralling experience that you would have had in most of your life. Things look different, rather improved. People associate it with growth; you seem to observe more than categorize.

After a couple of days of exhuberation the dust seemed to have settled down and the coast is clear for a celebration. The life seems heaven from within simply due to the sophistication of the loved ones thanks to the prolonged absence. The liberty now is beyond luxury and the term egalitarian doesn’t exist any more within the boundaries. Royalty is the name of the game within.

The phone bells and the door bells seldom stop ringing. Battalion pours in often. There seems to be no succession of events, no logical flow, asymmetry; still the knighthood prevails. In fact it adds up if not at least sustains. The only logical flow is the repetition of conversation and facts, plus the story telling ability.

The rules of the in house games are adjusted to priorities of the “priority”. Prior to arrival architectures of in house displays are channeled. Post arrival architecture of the in house displays are channeled again, further. Rest seems to be a word in search of and out of vocabulary.

Then you go out one day…..

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