weaning

26th August 2007
It will be a month tomorrow since I have been away from home, the longest ever in my life. I still live in a sense of surrealism where none of this actually my life..(as Joydeep Roy says in 15 park avenue),it seems like I have entered someone else’s reality and imagine the irony I have entered that very Joydeep Roy’s reality!! I feel like I am on one of my work trips out of Delhi and this surely is not a permanent state of being. But last night’s melodrama at a family gathering was a shot in the stomach to throw me off the cliff..like one of those Alice in wonderland falls… the next bang came today when I realized that mom-dad have left behind Manas at Calcutta. They are on their way to the airport to fly to our home...where we will no longer be found. They will come to an empty house with those same familiar walls. The yellow of our bedroom will I suppose still call out to them with the same lethargy as we did… My family today is in three different places and very soon the third will be even further away with the yellow walls staring in disbelief…