Homecoming
Four weeks in I was not home. Not back in Kanpur. It was still just a muddied, muddled extension of a white-washed West. It was Cawnpore. All the way up until this morning. Then the lights went out. And they went out at a time when a person is most emotionally exposed. When he is searching deep within himself. When he is vulnerable. When he is on the John.
And in that peculiarly fraternal relationship that water shares with electricity in this city, the taps dried up. The water-boys 'n -gals amongst you will realize the enormity of the situation. This is what builds character here. Not broken relationships. This is what separates the men from the boys. This is what made those examsheets seem like so much toilet-paper.
It was deja vu. I am finally home.
posted by i at 4:37 PM
3 Comments:
Ho ho! Now you have arrived! I remember those morning cocktails we used to make in the boxes, when taps would run dry!
Nostaligia!!
And because the taps went dry (in almost as dry a state as Gujarat), I suppose the cocktails had to manually w(h)etted.
Ah, these early morning thoughts.
Never mind, just keep them coming. Refreshing they are!
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