03 September 2007

Who in the world...

I've been avoiding my own blog, so busy devouring others' worlds, I've neglected my own with the question "Who in the world would really be interested in what I might have to say?" Then I got the kindest comment from a person on the otherside of the world, just to answer my question! So thank you Lubna and please come again soon. And to really say thank you, here are some of the other gifts your country gave me...

to have every sense awakened simultaneously with the smells of street sellers' making eggs, jelabis, puris. Coloured powders, curly writing more like a design than a script, shiny, black hair and the noise of 10,000 horns beeping. and the heat, the nearness of so many other humans, gazes so close it becomes intimate, just one body among hundreds, never unseen. to wake up on train, look out of the window and see two boys' laughing faces, waving hands and on, melting through the afternoon and coming to a stop. a woman wrapped in a purple sari, standing in a rice field so green. to go to bed in a bunk only knowing the name of your morning destination, anticipation dancing circles in your stomach, soothed by sweet, thick chai from a clay thumb pot.


Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. Anais Nin