A ROOM

 A ROOM 

It was meant to be just an ordinary visit. Nothing just a simple dinner in a hall. It all began with an invitation arriving at our doorstep on the 4th of May 1920. The past few years have been disturbing in many ways. Not going into details but the past few years were just if I put it into simpler terms it was trouble.  The invitation was from Mr Torres, a very close friend of my father. My family was in particular amazed with the invite as we had not thought that we would be seeing him for a while since he drove off to the front lines a year ago. Call it good luck or the grace of god that with his arrival at the front lines the call for fire and guns was over and the conditional doves were released. 

The day of the dinner arrived. We got down to the Crown Hall in our cart and upon arrival, we were greeted and taken by surprise by Mr and Mrs Kepler. They were a prominent wealthy couple living in their Bungalow built on Oxford Street. They were friends of our family as my family had done some business with them in the past and it turned out to be well. Mr Kepler greeted and he was also taken by surprise as we had not seen them in almost 5 years since that attack. Mr Kepler greeted us and we walked together inside. The dinner hall had a huge door and a butler who checked invitations. Once inside I saw a room full of people who just with a glimpse brought back the memories of almost 2 decades into my mind. My mind was not able to comprehend the amount of memories that were being flooded into my mind in a single amount of time. Some people reminded me of different times in my life. It was as if an explosion of memories had just occurred inside of me. It was as if all the pages of my life were flipping back as each and every person in that room carried some history with them. 

Being a student of philosophy a thought quickly got into me my mind which was 
"How short the time is one day were born and the next day you die and all the time in between just splashes with a blink of an eye. A whole life in a blink of an eye. People come and go, and events occur and disintegrate things that were much awaited once have now been long gone." 

The more I walk into the room and further, I greet people more thoughts battle in my mind. A sea storm of thoughts had taken place and it was as if me standing on a single rock amidst the chaos which was unfolding a dead silence surrounded by unimaginable chaos. The chaos of life is where all it lies. The possible. There were many questions which were revolving around me which made me question my own life. As and when the chapters of my life changed, it felt as if my entire world took a leap from the roundabout. The past events collide with the present forming an unmeasurable sequence of possibilities of the coming future filled with so many possibilities wrapped around the time constraints of reality with the pinch of uncertainty. Who knew a war was coming and I never predicted that my own father would be no more. Here I am with a glass of wine in my hand sitting among long-forgotten people as if they had just risen back from their graves. 

What is even the point of this, what is life, Why is living better than dying and possibly why would someone fight for the country like my father died and not even an inch of the war was affected and it raged on for 2 more years leaving us with nothing but a house and a loosely knit business of Indian silk. Even I do not know why I am writing this why does this all matter it has been 30 years since my father died his business has spread across the world now even if my son has a scratch the best English doctors are on my doorstep to help. It is funny how life changes. 

DHWANIT MADRASI