This is my first
book. It is not, however, for the first time that I'm writing this sentence. Ever since I was learning the alphabets of the English language, I saw the multiple universes that they held within them. My knowledge of permutations and combinations is not sufficient
to calculate the diversity and possibility of each one of them. But I do sincerely believe that each language and its building blocks contain a multiverse of emotions, experiences and times.
It has compelled me
to write and lose myself in the territory of thoughts, some of which I've visited more often than the rest. I have my personal favorites too, such as the idea of creating a small house and decorating it with interesting interior inspired by the wit of graffiti artists. It often finds itself fighting with the thought of never settling, for my attention, but is good friends with the thought of me creating a wall-hanging. Ah, petty thoughts! They don't understand that I can't ink all of them, and hence keep popping up in my mind. The leader of their clan is the thought of me writing a
book. They all collectively admire it and wish all success in the world for it.
This is one of the reasons why I always knew that I'd have
to write "this is my first
book" somewhere, sometime. Every alternate year I used
to attempt writing an acknowledgment page. My family has constantly inhabited it, even if a long period of quarrels surrounded us, since I knew it will definitely disappear (reappear and disappear)^n by the time it got published. As you must have observed, foresight is one of my characteristics. Friends too, have been sitting like kings and queens on it. I've never been able
to conclude it though. Of course, having not
written the
book might
be one of the reasons.
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To be continued...)
