Was reading through “Why Loiter’s chapter 9 on commuting” by Shilpa Phadke, Sameera Khan and Shilpa Ranade, and came across the line where the writer mentions how a certain individual feels like belonging to Mumbai because “she have finally mastered the dynamics of Bombay local train”. I felt exactly same with the confident thought of knowing almost all the different coloured lines of Delhi metro. Then nostalgia hit me since recently I moved out of Delhi (after spending 7 wonderful years) and I realised we feel like we belong to a certain place and then one fine day we suddenly don’t. We then start our process of adjusting and struggling to “belonging to a different place”. Isn’t this continuous our whole lifetime. I guess the ruler here is “Time”. Time is inevitable and it is the one which determines our belongingness. So make the most out of the place you currently are (even though you might hate it now) because you will never realise the time will be up for that place too!!

In my childhood I often used to wonder what if the non living stuffs around us becomes alive for a moment. Now that I have grown up I feel such a perpetual fantasy doesn’t last long and things will continue to be in a way they are being pre assigned. Recently while being in a room I found myself staring at the curtains, beautiful indeed as a whole considering it’s colour, designs etc. Eventually a thought strike me that every memory created in the room, every breathe taken, every eternal promises made have been witnessed by the curtains. And hence there is a forever silent and peaceful movement in every breeze because it has witnessed an incessant promise or a vow and hence wants to be in the continual.

Travelling towards the metro station, I spotted a small girl around 10 years old, can’t exactly tell about her whereabouts and whether or not she is helpless but can surely guess that her envies the one her age going to school or to the nearby Kamla nagar market with his/her parents. Draped in a torn white frock, she was selling pen to the people crossing the pedestrian, and for the 2 minutes I was bound to stuck in the Patel Chest traffic jam, she hasn’t got any customers. can’t say whether she’s trapped inside a scandal or is she an orphan or whatever the worst situation but I can definitely feel that she haven’t had a good meal for a while which was highlighted in her thin body structure. Her tangled golden blackish hair implies that she haven’t bathed properly for a while and there’s no one to oil her either. For a moment i went deep inside my emotions and was trying hard to put my feet in her shoes. Then a thought stroked me that what if she was adopted by someone. But then the first question arises, TRUST. How will that family ever trust a street girl, without knowing anything about her past and present. The preceding thought was that isn’t trust too hard to find. And why only is it associated much with blood relations. How much trust worthy a family member is with the other. But by then the green light popped and the rickshaw moved on and I too was pulled out of my deep zone of overthinking!!