It is a blatantly expressed confession, with no filters in between. This book is a blend of these abstract ideas of truth and realism. However, realism is beyond those folds of paper and thereby is beyond any unfolding. Within this unfolding lies a strange assurance of getting closer to the truth. It’s like gradually unfolding a paper, where every fold represents an interpretation. The primary role of a thinker is to lay down different interpretations of emotions. The way that book realigned my thoughts every time I went through it, yet affecting me cumulatively, certainly reflected the purpose of literature which I had envisaged. The idea occurred to me when I read the Analects of Confucius. The idea behind the book rests on the joy of revisiting and rediscovering. In 'Equations of a being', readers will find the footprints of this eternal chase. The vagueness of the crumbling humanhood is something I have chased the most, and I desire to chase it further, maybe all my life. I have never chased this vagueness using a rush of creativity but either a rush of madness or a rush of sanity. A metaphor getting tied to another metaphor so intricately has seldom given me the joy to reminisce. My writing was born out of the vagueness of things that were intangible and yet were animate, both within and without. Since the day I started writing, I have never been infatuated with the escalations of creativity which come so casually and with so much certitude while romanticizing with inanimate things. ‘Equations of a Being’ is a raw and a fervent reflection of this continuity. This seven years of continuity is the only thing which holds the equations of my existential hues.

In writing alone, I have found them all concentrated.

Over a span of seven years, writing has helped me forage for my sincerity and genuineness. Equations of a being: A being who gathered Moss

Equations of a Being by Ashutosh Gupta