Frisson
©By Vijaya Sundaram
June 4th, 2013
There have been about eight times when I felt like what I’m feeling now, and I became conscious of that the first time when I was ten years of age.
There was a thrill, a frisson, if you will, of quiet anticipation, of the sense of mysteries and adventures to come. And they did.
Hinges, they were. Things turned on those hinges. Doors opened and closed, avenues bloomed before my wondering eyes, horizons unfolded, mountains gave definition to the skies, window frames gave meaning to what lay outside. “Excitement” is too mundane a word to capture this bubbling undercurrent of quiet, tightly-contained feeling.
New ideas, new people, new expectations, new challenges, new ways of being, new kinds of hard work, new learning came on the heels of this frisson.
I’m not sure whether the frisson caused the changes, or a glimpse I had of the future caused it. What does it matter if one caused the other or the other caused the one?
Things had been quiescent for me, these past few years — not so now.
Not sure what the next decade will bring. All I know is that they have to be different from what they’ve been recently.
For the frisson is back. And I cannot bear the waiting.
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