So its been 20 days since i moved to Delhi. Just 20 days since i uprooted all of my known existence from an asylum city (albeit a beloved asylum, one that only lifelong inmates can love) and committed myself to a future of uncertain profession. All this while simply looking for a fresh start towards the same old goal. And today marks, possibly, the first official step in that direction.
I got my own place. Its nothing fancy. A small room with just enough space for a lonely bed (a double bed), cupboard space and the usual amenities. On the upside it has the largest "balcony" anyone will possibly have and is walking distance from the university.
My arms are still aching as i type from all the heavy lifting of bags up three steep stories of stairs. My mind is weary and prone to persistent alliteration. However it is now my home. I had some friends over in the evening to deflower this space into something more than just a roof and walls. We spent most of the time out on the balcony, sipping, puffing and yapping away. It was a fortunate moment for me as i'm sure all of it was going on in my absence as well - now i too am a part of it.
The views are panoramic and the night breeze omnipresent. The day heat ebbed by the pleasant ambiance of the moon and the suburban twilight. Buzzing dragon flies hopping among flower pots towards a mystic dance of ritual copulation. i am free to be whatever i wish. If only i could figure out what that is - soon.
Friendly chatter of histories and proclivities take up much space in our conversation. Serving to allow catharsis and connections too difficult to come by in any other way. Scars are compared and lessons of heartfelt poetry recited (Urdu) much to the applause of the ignorant masses who follow the poet along linear translations. It is a good beginning. Ideas and interests, hopes and beliefs, all intermingle in this somehow secular belief in our individual self. Secure in its foundations of the NOW if not the THEN. We muster it all together, pretending to be a singular organism with no independent organs. Its is a collaborative conspiracy to elude fate.
It happens without any thought or provocation. We carry forth the conversation to its patient end and realisations of the next days commitments to our lives. We live life in a few segments between classes and lectures. For now it is enough. Til then we will always be found in my place.