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.
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8 comments:
you are so right about perception.
your writing about this made me think about it and see my evening differently :-)
I can't believe what a lovely time I had merely getting to the station.
Despite the crowds.
We only see what we want to see. Mostly when reality is ugly.
Very true austy
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 :)
:-)
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.
Your posts make me think of one of my favorite works: Lawrence Durrell's Alexandria Quartet.
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