Tuesday 29 September 2009

Wings

I am at many places at once. I live in a room with no great view currently except for the sliver of an old pub, scrawny rose bushes below my window and two dull green trailer boxes stacked up in front of it. I have another window, to use the cliche, this one.

I exist in India, Germany and US through this. I have the times put up on my screen. It's 19.33 and 15.04 now. At the same time. I feel like in some kind of continuous motion back and forth through time-space. One moment I am at lunch, the next, having breakfast.

Just before I wake up every morning I think I am in my bed. I wake up and realize this is a rental. My waking moments are filled with regrets and longing for familiarity. After making my self go through the motions of cleaning myself up, I get acclimatized to the here and now. Only to put on the computer and sink into the grey area between there and here.

I have travelled quite a lot in my country. Gone for journeys which have taken me a thousand kilometres away. But I never felt like this. I can picture the globe when I am trying to place myself. It's like a GPS zooming out and going westward from my home every time I try to find out where I am. It always tells me how far I have moved. I never gave much thought to physical distance, now I can feel every inch which has been put between me and home. Anything south and east will be like the direction of my Mecca. I bow my head in reverence and realize, I am lucky to have roots and now sprouting wings too.