This blog has been a quiet place where the sound of each page of my life turning would echo. Here, I have chronicled both events I go through and my thoughts on them. But it’s been a while since I have done that. This long hiatus which lasted several months is based on a good reason. There are things that have happened in my life that made my heart beat a little faster than it did before. It was both uncontrolled as well as self-induced. Uncontrolled because I was responding to life without much choice. Self-induced because I liked being in such position so much that sharing it might jinx it away. I would be lying if I say that this fear has gone away now. It stays, and I have accepted that it shall continue to stay.

I write this as I sit in my room on a pleasant winter evening. I look out of the window to see plenty of trees, both still and alive. A custard apple that awaits to ripen and a guava that shines yellow with the calm sunlight falling on it. I am in a town called ‘Luxettipet’. I have been transferred here, quite out of turn, from Mancherial. Evidently, the High Court doesn’t want any place which has only one court to be vacant, and since Luxettipet was vacant for about two months, they could flick me right in its lap. At first, I was taken aback. But once the dust settled, I was thankful for this change. The serene town has peaceful people and calm surroundings which so many would envy.

The Court here has good infrastructure. A building which looks like a Court, Advocates who care about their clients as they should, and a staff that’s both cooperative and understanding. Mancherial was similar in much of these, except for the glaring lack of infrastructure. At every Lok Adalat, when I would summon over a hundred accused caught in Drunken Driving cases, I was afraid that the building would collapse with their weight like it was hit by a 9.0 magnitude earthquake. They even dug out a hole across the floors in that shaky building to construct a lift. I wouldn’t be surprised if a few of these accused even fell in that hole without us even being aware of it even to this day. Most of my workout for the day would be climbing the building with chipped-off steps and crossing the busy road to meet the District Judge having juggled through the high-speed vehicles. While getting down the steps, I thought it would’ve been rather easier to go to the roof and jump from there with a parachute to glide down with a soft landing straight into my car.

But all that is gone. I get to walk to the Court in seconds since the chamber door opens in the house compound. The mornings are calm and the evenings are happy. I have many reasons to be thankful to the Almighty and this is one of them. And, God willingly, this is just the start.