"If you could give one piece of advice to a large group of people, what would it be?"
"Change your mind about something significant every day."

The child with the beard

So last weekend one finally got out of the constant company of friends (not complaining but at times it does get a little too much ). The past fortnight was spent sitting with lights out as light filtered in through the wall that is the window. All I needed was a tiny holder for lights or candles. Landed at Chor Bazaar and look what I found at this really old store! While I’ve heard about one man’s trash being another’s treasure, the entire market was evidence to that. While many shops have become the typical sell-idiot-tourists-darkened-new-stuff-as-antique, there still are those tiny nooks where you find smiling (and mystical) shop owners who’ll let you browse through their shops without bothering you at all. The one I entered had that scent that hangs over old stuff - much like the basement back home. While excitedly rummaging through tin boxes, paintings, lanterns I found this picture of a child wearing a fake beard and moustache. The constant thought all the time was how and when does one decide to give up on something. For people like me who have a really tough time throwing away anything, how does one even do away with a picture like this? With great pleasure I imagine what would have been the thoughts of the person dumping this frame. Or did they just forget about it when moving out of a house? Or maybe everything was lost and the child with the beard ended up in my hands?

I will never know now.

On the other hand, endless this.


And once again this morning starts with Ben Howard.

Say hello to the two butts I cross everyday. Perks of working in the area? So many second hand book stalls around. Not that one hasn’t seen alleys in other cities with such stalls but, these men add to the entire effect altogether. Heh!

I moved to this city a week back. Though the last week went by in a blur, the only part of the day when everything slowed down was / is when I return to my room. There’s nothing fancy till now - a nice bed and a cupboard. But the best part of the room? The huge windows that one gets light in even on a gray day! Plus the only perk of living in a high rise in this city is the wind that floats in through these bright windows. I love the way lying down in the dark, I can see the shadows of rainwater slowly trickling down the window panes on the wall opposite. I can spend all day watching it only hearing myself breathe as the rain goes pitter-patter on the glass. Slows everything down to my pace, this.

While they say one can see many sights when traveling by the day, I’ve always loved traveling after dark. There is something hauntingly charming about it, as if the night is a healer abd darkness her balm. Whether it is in a car or on foot and now in the local trains, traveling in the night quietens everything down making the traveler feel even more conscious, even more aware of one’s existence. It’s almost like among the mass of people that rushes past in the blink of an eye, one is just floating by, happily watching it all.

13 July 2014 

Bombay local. First ride. Couldn’t stop grinning. :D Next up, the cute red coloured buses!