The Year That Never Was
I waited until the 31st to write this down, to accomodate any last minute surprises the year wishes to deliver. January I started the year by walking on water, and being the tragic optimist that I am, thought it would be foresight of a possibly different year. In a sprint to get back to Delhi, I took a slight detour to Japan. The city of Tokyo deserves all its glory. Tirelessly walking on the streets of Shibuya, it was nothing less than an optical chaos. Every shade of the colour wheel presented at a pace which was long enough to savour its brilliance yet brief enough to keep you startled. As loud as these pictures seem, there was actually an enduring numbness one would feel, as if there is a pre-ordered pattern to this madness. A subtle level of sophistication, both in its people and the milieu. February By this time we were aware of the virus, and just like any other upcoming crisis, humans tend to believe that it can affect anyone but them. There is a small ri...