Well, now if you are not as dim as the hundred watt bulb that struggles to light up my room for want of sufficient voltage, you must have gathered the reason behind my voyage.
My decision was spontaneous. I had to go there as she was not coming here, because we had to meet. It was that simple. Those who have never been smitten by the love bug may find it a little difficult to comprehend the obviousness, but if they only lie coolly on a sofa and think about all the movies they have seen, and all the crazy things in them that lovers often do, the fog would begin to clear up.
After all, I am not building a palace in my lover’s name, and cutting the hands of the artists thereafter or, for that matter, not even writing letters in blood, my own of course. I am merely undertaking an expedition, harmless but risky all the same. When you have not met for about six months the one who, as the sayings go, makes your heart beat faster and steals your sleep and peace, it becomes impossible to go on and you think you’d rather die than suffer this agony. It is wise, therefore, to try and do anything that makes the union possible. Hence this journey.
The intellectuals will be quick tosspot that though it is all very merry to say “I’ll go”, the real thing lies in the doing. Although fare from being an intellectual. I am glad to tell you that this fact struck me too, and like a hammer. When circumstances are as they were with me, you do say a lot of things to yourself in an enhanced state of mind and become aware of this boring world of really only a bit later. Suddenly, you battle with such concepts as feasibility and practically and –– zoom –– you come crashing to the ground!
And so I was hit, indeed.
But then I must tell you that, although bereft of intellect, give my mind a task which cannot be done the straight way, and it starts to do better.