Time is a queer commodity that is reconstructed in memories and deconstructed in regrets as it goes by. Most of us sleepwalk through our youth in trying to win some kind of an identity . Then we stumble upon middle age & scramble to preserve that identity . And suddenly, standing at mid-point , we realize that somewhere in this medley of all the artificial races we were enlisting in, we have quietly let go of our greatness. Partly by default , partly by design. The first pangs of urgency hit us. We know this is no dress rehearsal. It is our own life that is gliding past. We straighten up and reach for it. And try to snare it on print. This book is Ayon’s attempt to capture his journey at intermission, narrated through a heterogeneous ensemble of his articles that take you through events, relationships, successes and failures which add up into the randomness of his life that he joins backwards into coherent stories.
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