Thursday, September 09, 2010


Yesterday, on my way to the local station, I walked through two village clusters, gaothans, that this mega city has encompassed and swallowed whole in its obsessive growing, proper settlements with one-room homes, a main street and a place of worship. As I watched the lights for the festive season reflected in many puddles and joined the throng of commuters wending homewards, I realized sometimes we see only what we permit ourselves to, and that journey to the end of the world can begin with the next step one takes.

8 comments:

Ricercar said...

you are so right about perception.
your writing about this made me think about it and see my evening differently :-)

austere said...

I can't believe what a lovely time I had merely getting to the station.


Despite the crowds.

Leni Qinan said...

We only see what we want to see. Mostly when reality is ugly.

PQ said...

Very true austy

Gagrin said...

wonderfully said - in our journey our attn goes to normally objects of 'Fear' like Ambulance, accidents etc and forget to see small beautiful things that pass by :)

Tamanna said...

:-)

austere said...

leni- I am famous for a blinkered vision re a lot of things. I swing from one superlative to the next.

PQ :)


Gagrin- and there's always always something unique about the moment, no matter what. And one can have a lifetime pass by without noticing.
Thanks for dropping in.


Tamanna: smile back.

Elizabeth Westmark said...

Your posts make me think of one of my favorite works: Lawrence Durrell's Alexandria Quartet.