Today i woke up and set my phone calender (which has reset itself again) to 2008 and wondered why today was only Wednesday.
Times like this i wish i were, i wish i could, go back to India, where everything would be ok again.
The life, the craziness that just assails you the moment you get out on the streets. That i really miss, going for breakfast, buying chai and poring over the day's newspapers, just standing there on a (relatively) clean spot with the world rushing past me - a colourful rush of autorickshaws, yellow-black Bombay cabs, porters with impossible loads balanced on their backs, ox carts to the market, and cows serenely and regally strolling pass everything, stopping every now and then to nibble at a tantalising looking piece of garbage at my feet. Perry's corner, San Thome, mangoes on Marina beach, Egmore station... I felt like a true Chennaiker, a Madrasi, a city where i loved and i belonged.
A year had passed. Maybe i will go back one day. I know i will.
Mother India - where i found myself, who i am, who i wanted to be.
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