There are two sentient beings working on my single life – the universe, and i. Sometimes she has a say, sometimes i do. Together, we live, survive, thrive. In the long run, there’s nothing really to be concerned about. Either it is all planned or it is all a game. Either we are all immortal and will live infinitely, or we will all die forever and be forgotten by time and space.
i think of myself as a quickly inflating clay ball, needing to spread myself into everything and everyone, needing to reach out and experience the great minuteness and the infinitesimal largeness of our intricate existence. But i am a single human life, and so i have my limits. Wherever i cannot go becomes my shape, and that shape becomes the beauty that the universe bestows upon me. It is solely because of my limits that i am the particular shape i am, which is to say that my beauty does not just come from what i have done, but also from what i cannot do, from what is beyond me.
Rohit Nalluri 