I am beginning to like the cosmic conspiracy theory. (It’s called coincidence, in English). It hasn’t (yet) conspired a sea change in my life, but the small things that happen together or in succession catch my attention. Perhaps, I have become less dismissive and more aware of noticing apparently related events. Perhaps I am connecting up unrelated events and getting all excited about it.
In February I had a vociferous argument about the beauty of poetry;
In March, I bought a book of selected essays by Rabindranath Tagore;
In April, I received a book of Bengali poems translated in English, to blog about.
I am enjoying it.
And unconnected to the above coincidence, I voted today.