In Bangalore

It was the most clear morning in many days... 16th February 2010. For a long time till that day, Delhi was engulfed in a fog that birds found it difficult to navigate leave alone planes. The night before I wondered, if my flight would take off. But this morning was starkly different.




As I splashed the cold water on my face, trying to relieve my eyes of the alocohol oozing out of it, it stung me like a scorpion. My parents were ready.. I checked my bags again.... tickets, i.d. proofs, money, credit cards, documents..... all in place...my sister and my brother-in-law came down. My nephew wanted to bid me goodbye last night, but the noise of the late night party murdered his innocent wishes... I have been that way for a long time.....dead........and killing everything that is even remotely assuring.....



What was I feeling? Was I sad, glad, excited, afraid.. I wanted to be sure of what I wanted to feel... time was passing faster than I wanted it to.. and my silly mind was still undecided on my expression....all baggages dumped in the car.... and it was over... there was no fog.. nothing..

It was like a normal entry to the airport... as I walked into the check in counter, I saw my mother wiping tears off her eyes, I wondered again... Should I also cry..... Am I supposed to......Callous as I am , I waved and moved towards the security cheking....

Just a second before entering the aircraft , I took a longer than normal breath inside...... to take in Whatever I could, memories, people, events, relations, friends, places,... the air of Delhi.....I landed in Bangalore to a wonderful weather, with a board that said, "Deepak Srinivas, welcome to Bangalore"....