I left mine in 2001 and I have been trying to find it everywhere I have been since. It does kill the beauty of new Gangaulis that could have been, but I am way too rigid in what I want. I know there is a world out there to be explored and lived but what if someone wants to restrict their existence and not venture out? The choices that I have made when I was too young to make them have put me on to this never ending struggle. People like you make it easier to get by so thank you Pritam.
I wrestle with this ‘I do not belong here’ feeling but I can hardly come up with such evocative post about it. Since last 4 years, I am ‘in transit’ and I don’t know when will I reach my home, but I do feel frustrated about this transitory (read never ending) phase. I cannot stop moaning about it but at times, I feel relived about where I am. The grudging acknowledgment of some mercies that I find bestowed on me give me a moment of stillness. I think those are the moments when my chaotic existence finds stillness.
When I cannot find words to resonate with my being, I hunt for writers who do this for me so that I can just +1 them. You are a blessing I found ‘you know where’ and I have been thankful ever since. Just the other day I was talking to the mod ‘you know where’ place and was moaning about the fact that you don’t write much. I know even this backbiting won’t push you to write more because you are busy living. I wouldn’t want to interrupt the process but yea, it would be nice to know what is happening, especially if it is described like this post and all the post on this substack Pritam. When I am not reading your post, I am waiting for a new one from you. I know, it is all about me.
Whatever man, I got a Pritam’s post (Me, today).
^ Episode 265 reference. Hope this didn’t sound idiotic.
Whether you will ever completely fit in or belong, I do not know. But as you observe the various snapshots of your self, the writing that pours forth is full of silent thought and meaning. Thanks for sharing. I almost presume to know you based on your writings!
This was such a heartfelt piece, Pritam. Beautiful! Your observations about (not) fitting in and edging towards a sense of belonging is bound to resonate with anyone who has moved cities/countries.
Also, by running in the mountains you're living the dream! Here's to many more runs!
I can imagine what it must've been like to be stuck in an environment that's your reality but being unsure whether you, in a way, want it to be that way. Safety in familiarity is a double-edged sword, isn't it? Haha. :) Your journey from feeling lost to finding your space is wonderful and so relatable. And I enjoyed how breezy this post read and how, in so few words, you've conveyed so much. Top-tier!
Where is our Gangauli^ anyway?
I left mine in 2001 and I have been trying to find it everywhere I have been since. It does kill the beauty of new Gangaulis that could have been, but I am way too rigid in what I want. I know there is a world out there to be explored and lived but what if someone wants to restrict their existence and not venture out? The choices that I have made when I was too young to make them have put me on to this never ending struggle. People like you make it easier to get by so thank you Pritam.
I wrestle with this ‘I do not belong here’ feeling but I can hardly come up with such evocative post about it. Since last 4 years, I am ‘in transit’ and I don’t know when will I reach my home, but I do feel frustrated about this transitory (read never ending) phase. I cannot stop moaning about it but at times, I feel relived about where I am. The grudging acknowledgment of some mercies that I find bestowed on me give me a moment of stillness. I think those are the moments when my chaotic existence finds stillness.
When I cannot find words to resonate with my being, I hunt for writers who do this for me so that I can just +1 them. You are a blessing I found ‘you know where’ and I have been thankful ever since. Just the other day I was talking to the mod ‘you know where’ place and was moaning about the fact that you don’t write much. I know even this backbiting won’t push you to write more because you are busy living. I wouldn’t want to interrupt the process but yea, it would be nice to know what is happening, especially if it is described like this post and all the post on this substack Pritam. When I am not reading your post, I am waiting for a new one from you. I know, it is all about me.
Whatever man, I got a Pritam’s post (Me, today).
^ Episode 265 reference. Hope this didn’t sound idiotic.
Whether you will ever completely fit in or belong, I do not know. But as you observe the various snapshots of your self, the writing that pours forth is full of silent thought and meaning. Thanks for sharing. I almost presume to know you based on your writings!
Woow!
Profound!
This was such a heartfelt piece, Pritam. Beautiful! Your observations about (not) fitting in and edging towards a sense of belonging is bound to resonate with anyone who has moved cities/countries.
Also, by running in the mountains you're living the dream! Here's to many more runs!
Absolutely loved this, Pritam!
I can imagine what it must've been like to be stuck in an environment that's your reality but being unsure whether you, in a way, want it to be that way. Safety in familiarity is a double-edged sword, isn't it? Haha. :) Your journey from feeling lost to finding your space is wonderful and so relatable. And I enjoyed how breezy this post read and how, in so few words, you've conveyed so much. Top-tier!
Love this piece! Relate deeply to everything you have written so this might just be one of my favourite posts by you :)
This was beautiful, Pritam :)
:) You know I wait for your newsletter and you always warm heart with your stories.