मुबारक

I run, and if that's how it is with years…

क्या अजीब ज़िंदगी है! शाम बीतने का नाम ही नहीं लेती, फिर भी साल बड़ी आसानी से गुज़र जाते हैं। ― मिर्ज़ा ग़ालिब

It’s already year’s first. when half the world is awake, half of mine is asleep, i write. i tried running far away, not write, the places i existed. i certainly lived across places. on days it's either we almost missed veraval super fast express to land up there next to nagoa early in the morning, or on others, it is three in the morning at tirumala. its already the last train we were catching together and madam rudra is all set for her new innings. right there i am on sixth floor, mala sabhariwal, bay facing or did we miss our five am sunrise plans. but it is already twelve at night, the tides are high, i’m holding, walk. subbayagari is sacred, moving lift almost dead inside, there is this strange warmth as we leave back, the lights are down, it's indira gandhi international. half of the cubicles at work are non living now, leftover message cards, and the same goodbye ritual. how are are we supposed to act normal. 

Fixed liver enzymes, running high on mineral water bottles, the nth temple in last few days, and oh, my dear ganeshaa. there is a war of thoughts, war of emotions, the decisions and the decided one’s, i walk, run over. 

On an endless stretch, i see sapiens all along, mani try reading it but it hardly ever happened, goklani is what we all know better, everyday here is a new adventure. some great grand english breakfast, fifth cross indira nagar eighty feet, kempegowda international, the speeding car and some drowsy people, i walk up to the last row. its time we leave after crashing the great dj last night, unpack and pack. white shirt is a great fit, so is brown blazer and certainly hiking shoes, it's sunflowers and a warm hug. 

Next to nair’s on someday or the iconic higginbothams, dosai and chicken curry a routine meal, malepoo a daily appearance and streets leading to grand virupaksha, the vitthala and meenakshi sundareshwar. it’s late night, a delayed arrival, i’m moving through willingdong island, frenchtoast and frenchomllette, loafers, i click, you pose.

 “survived on saffron kahwa green tea and a fancy shake mango fish curry, chicken varattiyathu and ofcourse a vegetable mango curry for our princess, all leftovers - pose.cards.” 

I leave the rest for another day, vinay and stories, dhindigul and hill top, madras international and terminal three, non friend vidhi and shit, a moving car at two in the night, tomato rice and east of kailash, delayed train departures, the wall of fame and turned on yellow lights

(grammar has been left casual, some sentences are intentionally left incomplete)