Anatomy of an Epicurean Solitude: I Adam

"All characters appearing in this work are not fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely not coincidental."

Epigraph

First encounter is always a beautifully weird one if it was not planned beforehand. (16/08/14, 7:00 PM)

… And that was the craziest thing he has ever done in his life. Whilst he forgot the place, the people, and the time- present and past, the whole universe became comprised into hers. Sounds around him became the echoes of some vague and random undeciphered chaos he heard under water or more like that of sounds he heard in his mother’s womb.

Familiar public is tactically a good space for you to place yourself in a comfortable zone. It helps you both to pretend socially that you are enjoying their talk with a gorgeous smile. (17/08/14, 9:46 PM)

I can’t continue because I face a block here. I wrote this passage a month ago and each day I come in to continue the epigraph; then, I meet expressions and words but all of them fail to suffice my demand. So, I’m jumping to the ‘time warp’. (22/09/14, 7:25 AM)

~~Time warp~~

~~Let me tell ye some HIStory.~~

He saw her six or seven years ago and, say, that wasn’t quite a long time because he never missed her from then on. For a period of one year, she slept in his heart and became part of an inevitable memory; his heart began beating for her slowly. (I didn't like this part, so i just strikedthrough) Thus, he fell in love with that unknown, weird girl whom, later, his veins carried and heart beat for. He never stopped loving her. And time began warping in space from the very moment he saw her. (25/08/14, 12:07 AM)

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Hindolam: M₁

At every corner, she glimpsed him. Through the mist, she saw his figure, looking at her, the love in his eyes never fading. She tightened her grip on 'his' hand, her love, and glanced back. Sometimes she wonders, was it true? What he believed in. Whether she was his princess. But, she lost that moment. And she lived in her present, and the past, a mirage. Nothing could change her love for 'him'. She looked into 'his' eyes and all her inhibitions disappeared. She didn't hear the soft crunch of leaves behind her. She was too occupied with her love, her beliefs, with 'him'. She didn't see him steal glances at her. And sometimes, he lost her again, in the mist, in the blur, in the obscurity. But he always found her, for his love for her burned in his heart, a bright flame. She gave him the key to his freedom, but he flung it away. He chose his way of life, he wanted to chase her forever. He would never give up. His incessant pursuit fascinated her, ...

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Nothing was left untouched. Every stone was overturned, every grain of sand displaced. The monstrous beauty of the Earth transforming into a perfect haven for living organisms was a grand saga of evolution—an orchestration by the Unknown. As a child then, and an adult now, my timeless reverie has been to envision this orchestration—to witness how the Earth journeyed from the most hostile to the most hospitable. I have, time and again, tried to comprehend evolution and the mysterious forces that harmonized to weave the very fabric of life. As I grew, I found myself entangled in the same fabric of evolution—fulfilling its purpose. I began to see how I, too, evolved through the people who crossed my path, the events that unfolded, and the moments that shaped me. Everything seemed to work in silent precision, scripting the being I was meant to become. Should I resist it—or embrace it? I find resistance meaningless, for everything appears perfectly programmed by time and space. Can I truly ...

Hindolam: Ṡ

WE danced till the world slipped into an oblivion of our presence. WE drank wine till the sun turned black. WE forgot who we were and transformed into the purest form of creation. I knew, then, I died and reincarnated into all of your desires, happiness, sorrows, fears, ecstasy, and forms of beings. “Where will you find me after?” your lips quivered. “You are everywhere” I said.

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