The summer of 2007, my last summer in London before I embark on my PhD degree in Lausanne. I am 23 now, recovering from a year of never-ending research projects, rebounded from three years of emotional suppression, only just revamped my wardrobe with clothes a size bigger, and enjoying every single bit of life. Alas! It is to be my last summer here. Due to circumstances (the course schedule) I am to stay here for three weeks before my final two vivas. Forced to take a break then, and for once stop and observe in detail everything around me. The colours, the music, the air. And write those letters that have waited too long. I will remember, besides throwing back the windows to welcome the fresh morning air and the early sunshine across Hyde Park, how it feels running through abundant, surging emotions and penning them down, nibbling on fresh fruit. I have been working on Debussy's Clair de Lune, and have managed to just stitch together all the parts today. And ran through it once in front of him, creating discordant music. In the setting sun we sat on an empty bench beneath the Queen's Tower, a gentle breeze blowing, savouring our biscuits - Wife's biscuits. How this can be compared with any experience in Lausanne by the lake with someone else in the summer I don't know. Because there are six elements – heaven, time, place, luck, people, harmony. One cannot recreate an experience because one of them is bound to change. But what I treasure most is the company, and what I wish for is only to have the same company in a different but similar setting.
9 Aug, 12:24 am