Dear Time
Dear Time,
Hope you are doing well, as you have been doing for ages. I am writing this letter to mark this moment, where I want to give my warm regards to you. To you, who is nothing but an illusion, and yet so real.
Who are you? What are you? When did you begin and how? When will you end? Do you have any beginning? Will you ever end? We humans have been wondering about these questions since the dawn of our intellect. Yet, you still surpass our capabilities of comprehension.
You seem to me like a river that emerges from a glacier and moves down the mountains and then the plains to eventually meet the ocean. Except, we don’t know what your glacier and your ocean are. You just seem to flow. Some of us are sitting on your bank, with our feet dropped in your cold water. Some of us are diving into your depths, while some are even trying to swim against your flow. I wonder how many of us acknowledge your eternal presence?
And that is why I am writing this letter to you. To acknowledge you, to wish you well-being, and more importantly, to seek inspiration from you. Inspiration to keep on going, untethered and unbounded, just like you.
Yours sincerely,
Ankit
