Pity. Pity indeed that I cannot openly share the ecstasy that now fills my heart. Pity I feel at this world that lies ignorant of my bliss. Suppressing those memories of a lifetime is like trying to keep silent after having won the Olympic gold.

It took a long time coming. Six long years on the fringes of this ecstasy. Three long years in wait of repetition. Four long days with beating heart and itching hands. And then the oblivion of bliss. I lost everything. Lost the world. Lost the streets of Calcutta where we walked. Lost the people of the world who passed by me, not knowing where salvation lay. And I gained a jealous proximity that worked wonders to my heart, and lay siege to my life. I was won, I was a slave. And I won everything. And I felt assured, it was this face that three thousand years back launched a thousand ships and ravished Troy. I was Paris- dead, but blessed with divinity, and immortalised by history.

And I had the date of a lifetime.

Dated: March 16, 2002

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