Marquez, A tribute.

When I first read Gabriel Garcia Marquez, it was not out of a sheer love for literature that propelled me towards the magic, it was the desperate need of a young boy to connect with a girl he was in love (infatuated?) with. The fallacy of youth is riddled with serendipity that when looked back through time would always make one smile. Some love remains and some fades away, like houses weathered through time, but when magic strikes your mind it remains with you forever. Some people find it absurd, some people laugh at it, some people just wonder with a scientific curiosity - but magic too is like that girl you are in love with, whom you could make out from miles apart in a crowd, whose every detail you notice with a profound clarity that it almost borders the modern word ‘creepy’ and yes, whom you notice in everything and everywhere- in coal mines and snow-capped mountains, in the leaves made of grass and then you sometimes wonder “what the hell”; whom you see in the past and in the future- mostly in the future, happy and smiling, forever.

As the earth shook the ground of that Aztec city, Remedios the beauty winked from heaven and said, “You send me up too early wise man, but tell me was life worth it?”

He too would float up in that ether of peace leaving behind a void of wisdom, still weaving all that beauty in his head, waiting for the right words to pinch in Remedios’s heart.
“Life is always worth it, when you have loved enough.”

We all have our second opportunities on earth,
that’s what he taught us.

RIP Gabriel Garcia Marquez, 1927-2014.