Of Rains and Writing

It's raining in New York. Which translated means - I got drenched, broke an umbrella and almost got blown away by the wind. So I thought to myself, why don't I take a break, have a cup of tea and create a blog for myself. And here I am.

The city is soaked. I was just looking out of the office window and through the haze of clouds and fog I could just about make out the shapes of some other buildings. They seemed to me to be emerging out of a mist with this very fairy-tale, mystical quality about them. And I could sit back for a moment and imagine that on the inside they weren’t really buzzing with humming computers, coffee machines, haste and office gossip. That they actually had knights and kings, elves and jesters, making magic and creating fables. In moments like these I wonder what it is about those ages gone past that makes them so fascinating – if we really lost the merriment when we found the machines, if modern-day Neo could ever measure up to yesterday’s Gandalf?

With that thought in mind I am jolted back to reality – because you see, I still am in office and I still have a lot more to do than smelling fresh hay!