28th August - 3:55
Wow... What a random beginning. Like I have no hold over reality... It's just happening all around... Quite a positive generation - the way it has evolved...
A ride checking my traits... Till some patient quees .. Till the gentle lady I met and became friends with.
Was so emotional to leave my place... Excited for Bangalore.
28 Aug 4 A.M
To Bangalore then! Can't believe yet. Feels like am returning home. Only that there is no home, neither the same people. Nonetheless, the connections matter. And that is what is picking me up for this exploration.
It's a journey - probably more inside with the outside. Who knows what lies in store.
Too many words for so pious a moment.
I have this mixed expression on my face with dried tears and excited heart.
I miss my home, still the journey I wanna kick-start. The jolts of flight are but teasers. Like bang! Wait! Bang! Wait. And the game is still waiting for the flight to take off... For the signal... For that one sign and there the spirit takes a flight.
And the wings they can feel the wind, they can estimate with the breeze flowing from sea towards a dry earth waiting for it's monsoon.
The vapours interact with that thirst soon to be quenched. Or who knows, I gain yet another desire, one more dream.
It's funny how I again and again come back to this beautiful web of dreams, imagination, reality, truth, illusion... And thence, all questions undergo a metamorphoses and transcend I to exclamation from interrogation.
Every night - till morning I watch those passing flights wondering about people going to places in different directions - going to new mornings in new attires. After a long time, I will be high in air - one of those people in the air.
28th August 7:47 AM
Having a filter kaafi at Bangalore's airport. The first step out of my flight was refreshing and cold - damn cold. Gradually I adjusted to the temperature. I felt nostalgic for Delhi's warmth like that of a mother. Then I remembered how much difficult it was for me to bear Delhi's heat initially. So I welcomed Bangalore's weather and got nostalgic for everyday that was pleasant in this city
I'm waiting for my cab now - none of my friends here to pick me. Am solo. I could have conversed with the guy sitting next to me in flight but don't know why I didn't. Probably I was too tired. Now I feel better after my short power nap in the plane.
I'm in no hurry. The weather is beautiful, and so is my spirit.
Am here to close doors of my past and paint another beautiful picture there.
Wow... What a random beginning. Like I have no hold over reality... It's just happening all around... Quite a positive generation - the way it has evolved...
A ride checking my traits... Till some patient quees .. Till the gentle lady I met and became friends with.
Was so emotional to leave my place... Excited for Bangalore.
28 Aug 4 A.M
To Bangalore then! Can't believe yet. Feels like am returning home. Only that there is no home, neither the same people. Nonetheless, the connections matter. And that is what is picking me up for this exploration.
It's a journey - probably more inside with the outside. Who knows what lies in store.
Too many words for so pious a moment.
I have this mixed expression on my face with dried tears and excited heart.
I miss my home, still the journey I wanna kick-start. The jolts of flight are but teasers. Like bang! Wait! Bang! Wait. And the game is still waiting for the flight to take off... For the signal... For that one sign and there the spirit takes a flight.
And the wings they can feel the wind, they can estimate with the breeze flowing from sea towards a dry earth waiting for it's monsoon.
The vapours interact with that thirst soon to be quenched. Or who knows, I gain yet another desire, one more dream.
It's funny how I again and again come back to this beautiful web of dreams, imagination, reality, truth, illusion... And thence, all questions undergo a metamorphoses and transcend I to exclamation from interrogation.
Every night - till morning I watch those passing flights wondering about people going to places in different directions - going to new mornings in new attires. After a long time, I will be high in air - one of those people in the air.
28th August 7:47 AM
Having a filter kaafi at Bangalore's airport. The first step out of my flight was refreshing and cold - damn cold. Gradually I adjusted to the temperature. I felt nostalgic for Delhi's warmth like that of a mother. Then I remembered how much difficult it was for me to bear Delhi's heat initially. So I welcomed Bangalore's weather and got nostalgic for everyday that was pleasant in this city
I'm waiting for my cab now - none of my friends here to pick me. Am solo. I could have conversed with the guy sitting next to me in flight but don't know why I didn't. Probably I was too tired. Now I feel better after my short power nap in the plane.
I'm in no hurry. The weather is beautiful, and so is my spirit.
Am here to close doors of my past and paint another beautiful picture there.
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