What a year it has been. If life were a painter, it has certainly dipped its brush in every possible colour and dragged them all across my days, sometimes gently, sometimes like a child discovering crayons for the first time. I seem to be seated on a roller coaster whose rails are laid by unseen hands, and though I don’t always know what is happening, I must confess that I am thoroughly enjoying the view.
I have begun to feel that life is much like a full meal. One must taste everything: the sweet, the bitter, the spice, even those curious flavours we politely pretend to like. How else can one experience life completely if one eats only sweets? We are merely observers at this great banquet, here to watch, to taste, and to smile without judgement.
As for me, I think I am doing quite well. But my body and mind seem to be having secret meetings behind my back. These days my mind has stopped listening to me altogether. I strongly suspect it may have found employment elsewhere. If you hear of any openings for the post of Owner of Mind, kindly recommend me.
And so I continue, half philosopher, half confused traveller, fully amused.
With gentle laughter and warm regard,
Chandan Bhat
26/12/2025 | Bengaluru