The Cloak of Days Gone Past

Standing at the passport office queue at 7:43am for a counter slated to open at 9:30 can be daunting for the best of us. So, as is very often the case with lifelines thrown by Him, along came something majorly insignificant to add value to the whole experience. Standing 2 steps in front of a Nidhi Razdan look alike girl, perhaps I was perfectly placed under a sepia tinting hemi-cylindrical plastic roof. Viewing the sky and other objects through it added a sense of antiquity which made the flying by planes reminiscent of man's first flight; the building in front of it a reflection of Victorian heights, and in all, produced a sense of the past in a very living equality with the present.

For perhaps obvious reasons this led me to the case where this might have been true with things more animate than those mentioned before. A look back at life, floating between many time dimensions, yet retaining its essential character; at us, moving beyond yesterday's boundaries, yet remaining essentially us.