Wednesday, January 12, 2005
The desire to surrender my consciousness
Surreal visit to NYC. The heater can't be turned off, so I am sitting here half naked with the window open. Breaking into an unfamiliar sweat. Must be jetlag. Through the window I notice each skyscrapper towering above the other, soaring endlessly, as if touching the sky. Modern ruins, street fossils, gargantuan high rises. Architectural splendor. On any other day, the city would be mine to explore. Not today.
All through the night, my intermittent sleep pattern was perturbed by a random stream of consciousness. Yes, mentally I am still in Molade Okoya Thomas St, waking to the smell of fresh chutney and ginger chai. What I would give to have Aunty Mary come in to the roon, with cowbell in hand, yelling at us for sleeping past ten. And then spoiling us with the best south indian breakfast ever.My mind then races to thoughts of the present; I suddenly become aware of the beads of sweet across my forehead, of loud sirens at 3am that one would only hear in the city, of cute small eyes, of my inability to sleep soundly. I must be terribly home sick.
I must shower and eat some Rajma now. Flight to Austin leaves at 1:46pm. Time to move on to a different world, a different life, a different me?
All through the night, my intermittent sleep pattern was perturbed by a random stream of consciousness. Yes, mentally I am still in Molade Okoya Thomas St, waking to the smell of fresh chutney and ginger chai. What I would give to have Aunty Mary come in to the roon, with cowbell in hand, yelling at us for sleeping past ten. And then spoiling us with the best south indian breakfast ever.My mind then races to thoughts of the present; I suddenly become aware of the beads of sweet across my forehead, of loud sirens at 3am that one would only hear in the city, of cute small eyes, of my inability to sleep soundly. I must be terribly home sick.
I must shower and eat some Rajma now. Flight to Austin leaves at 1:46pm. Time to move on to a different world, a different life, a different me?
# posted by Surya Swamy : 6:26 AM
