描述
As I was dreaming, I saw massive dark wooden doors which led to a library with tall bookshelves propping the ceiling, fully stacked with all kinds of books. I pictured myself sitting in this rustic armchair with a warm dim light shining ever so slightly. A musty yet rich smell of crumbling paper enters my nose as I glance through faded illustrations and immerse myself in reading. I am attached to books from an early childhood. I have longed for reading ever since I was a kid.
The hardest farewell is with the library. The farewell with someone else’s stories, inspiring thoughts, poems, with something you could closely relate or admire from aside. The separation. India.
India, which opens hearts for your own story. It saves your from everlasting Resistance, from separating Before and After. It gifts you a sense of freedom from everything you have acquired yesterday or long before. The heart of India - Varanasi, where the air itself is charged with the energy of “letting go.” It has no sense other than the sense of God. Of picking out what’s truly important just like separating the grain from the chaff. To cut hair on the bank of Ganges, to decide on farewell and discover your new self.
India, Varanasi