Time and again life presents itself in forms that is not only hard to fathom but also difficult to endure. It is one such episode that I am sailing through currently. There are days when life seems so beautiful, so enchanting; then there are those when it feels more gloomy than a dark room with no doors.
I think it was the summer of 2004 or 2005. I am not very sure about the year. I went to a friend’s place during the summer vacation. It was long before households had access to internet, mp3. Even audio CDs were a elite affair. My friend used to buy tons of audio cassettes the relics of which can be still be found in some houses kept as a memento of the days gone by. All his music collection revolved around rock music. We just passed our board exams and our blood contained too much adrenalin. It was my friend who lent me ‘Meteora’. He said I needed to return it to him within a week so that he could lend me the another album. I was laughing inside. I knew I won’t like the songs at all. So, I might return it way before a week.