Macondo

 

“It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.”

― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude.

I revisited this epic after many years. The first time when I was a college student, who definitely made more trips to the muncipal library in my town, than I do to a book store now. Back in the day, I went on a trip through Macondo, where magic was around every street corner. But to be honest, not every thing made sense to a younger me. I, perhaps lacked the life experiences that was a prerequisite to truly understand what Márquez wrote.

It is now Oct 2025. Now it seems like my life borrowed a few pages from it; where time loops back on itself and memory plays tricks, making yesterday and tomorrow trade places. The people I have met, each with their own peculiar spark, seem like characters born from Márquez's imagination: beautifully flawed, endlessly fascinating!

Passion, in my world has never obeyed reason; it has burned where it shouldn't and faded where it promised to last. Courage, too, has arrived uninvited, often when fear made no sense. And love; it never stayed still long enough to be called 'forever'. Yet, through the whirl of all these blurred moments; one truth anchors me... It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.