Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Relations of the Heart
My two worlds collide this morning and leave me reeling....my preoccupations of the past week seem silly in the face of the horrors the night unleashed...I dont know whether my tears flow at the loss of a dream, of introducing a new soul that is to arrive to the haunts that brought its mother so much happiness, gave her a feeling of independence, confidence that she could conquer all...memories of lazy afternoons...of the freedom of walking on my own on balmy, spring evenings...of a little oasis of calm in the craziness of the city (and my arrogance of wishing that all of Mumbai could be restricted to a saner South and to never visit the craziness of the suburbs)...of the Amar Akbar Anthony sites of my life where I prayed for it...this is where your story started little one.
Or for the kindness of strangers...of acceptance from spaces where one had never imagined such compassion...of dreams woven from a balcony looking out at the Taj, promises made to myself...its early hours yet for a cold anger to set in...not when you are still praying that all who have touched your life, fed you, housed you are safe tonight. And for a day when we can dream again.