| Author: | SUMIT TAK | ISBN: | 1230002151120 |
| Publisher: | KOBO | Publication: | February 10, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | SUMIT TAK |
| ISBN: | 1230002151120 |
| Publisher: | KOBO |
| Publication: | February 10, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
It was an ordinary day.
I was alone, returning from my friend’s Birthday party.
On the street, and in the midnight, I was drunk.
I don’t know, what stopped me; I parked the car.
Gazing at the stars, listening to the resonance of tides, sky and sea merged in the darkest, for a while, it was a total relief to my mind, a storm of unending thoughts was ceased.
And I opened my eyes and turned. I felt something to my feet. Something was in the sand; I looked down and picked it up. It was a diary. I thought someone lost the diary and I started to turn the pages. But the first page was missing. I didn’t find name except the dates since January 05, 1989.
I reached home. I was unable to sleep. I took the diary and started to read. In the beginning I thought that this man was mad and lost in something he did not know. He was wagging in his thoughts but gradually the words from the dairy were started to reveal the truth, the reality of being. He wrote his thoughts as occurred in his mind, spontaneously and sometimes meaninglessly. He questioned to himself but it seems he was questioning to each one of us, me. What is truth? Who am I? What is my purpose? He tried to find the answers from his mind and experiences throughout his life. He wrote the same thing, he repeated same question but each time he ended up somewhere else. He was in the conflict sometimes, sometimes so deep in himself, sometimes he dreamed to be successful and rich. He was in the midst.
He wrote spontaneously.
It was an ordinary day.
I was alone, returning from my friend’s Birthday party.
On the street, and in the midnight, I was drunk.
I don’t know, what stopped me; I parked the car.
Gazing at the stars, listening to the resonance of tides, sky and sea merged in the darkest, for a while, it was a total relief to my mind, a storm of unending thoughts was ceased.
And I opened my eyes and turned. I felt something to my feet. Something was in the sand; I looked down and picked it up. It was a diary. I thought someone lost the diary and I started to turn the pages. But the first page was missing. I didn’t find name except the dates since January 05, 1989.
I reached home. I was unable to sleep. I took the diary and started to read. In the beginning I thought that this man was mad and lost in something he did not know. He was wagging in his thoughts but gradually the words from the dairy were started to reveal the truth, the reality of being. He wrote his thoughts as occurred in his mind, spontaneously and sometimes meaninglessly. He questioned to himself but it seems he was questioning to each one of us, me. What is truth? Who am I? What is my purpose? He tried to find the answers from his mind and experiences throughout his life. He wrote the same thing, he repeated same question but each time he ended up somewhere else. He was in the conflict sometimes, sometimes so deep in himself, sometimes he dreamed to be successful and rich. He was in the midst.
He wrote spontaneously.
