Right now im in a phase of researching what was happening in india when i was just born, the year 1991.
after some researching and long phone conversations with my parents in delhi, i found that rajiv gandhi, the prime minister of india at that time, was assassinated in chennai. i would have been a 3 month old baby then.
what interests me is how at one point in time, there are so many things going on around and so many stories are being created. some large, some small,some known, some unknown, all fitting into their own frames of view, whether large or small.
3 months after i was born, i was probably sitting on a chair crying for my mother to come, at the same time, an iconic figure in indian history was lying lifeless in a pile of bones and blood.
i sometimes try and imagine what must be happening at this moment. as i write this blog post, what events are happening which i have no clue about?
as i write this line, thousands of stories are being created , and it feels like many of them will just pass into a vast sea of memories never to be known again.and some will be known by everyone.
its always nice to hear stories in retrospect, i guess thats what makes them a story.
but there are so many of them around me, right now, at this moment.
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