I had begun this countdown one tiring day at work. I had decided that, from that day, I would spend exactly these many days on the job and in Pune.
It turns out that I quit the job and left Pune much earlier.
The countdown, though, was interesting.
A friend had told me about a man called Jonathan Harris. He had started this website/ blog called www.cowbird.com. He wanted to take a picture to record each day. That was the project. I think it is like a quote by Virginia Woolfe (also told by my pal), "We marry because we don't want to live an unwitnessed life." (or we need a witness to our life - something like that.)
I wanted to write something every day so that each day of the countdown, as I was preparing for my exit from the job, Pune, and the familiarity of life that I knew it, I was still recording something. Small, beautiful, sad, ordinary, special - whatever. I was recording that.
I wanted to pay respect to the time that I had in Pune, in my job, with my colleagues and friends. Writing about each day was a way of paying respect to the hidden meaning that the hours brought.
Today the countdown ends. I live to tell the tale.
It was good. Now it is over.
Maybe for the rest of the year, I will not have a countdown. I will simply ramble and sketch out my days.
2018 - maybe I will begin a different countdown again.
It turns out that I quit the job and left Pune much earlier.
The countdown, though, was interesting.
A friend had told me about a man called Jonathan Harris. He had started this website/ blog called www.cowbird.com. He wanted to take a picture to record each day. That was the project. I think it is like a quote by Virginia Woolfe (also told by my pal), "We marry because we don't want to live an unwitnessed life." (or we need a witness to our life - something like that.)
I wanted to write something every day so that each day of the countdown, as I was preparing for my exit from the job, Pune, and the familiarity of life that I knew it, I was still recording something. Small, beautiful, sad, ordinary, special - whatever. I was recording that.
I wanted to pay respect to the time that I had in Pune, in my job, with my colleagues and friends. Writing about each day was a way of paying respect to the hidden meaning that the hours brought.
Today the countdown ends. I live to tell the tale.
It was good. Now it is over.
Maybe for the rest of the year, I will not have a countdown. I will simply ramble and sketch out my days.
2018 - maybe I will begin a different countdown again.
2 comments:
I absolutely loved this countdown. Especially on days it meant a post every day :)
I guess what made it even better was the fact that you have always written for yourself (in my opinion) and not for an audience. Something I seriously miss in a lot of blogs I have followed over years.
Look forward to more posts, sketches and countdowns! :)
Thank you so much!
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