The Indian Ocean Diary
Rojnamcha
The early morning train …
The regular departure, though innocuous as it might appear was far from truth as the heart was torn apart as you bade farewell to your own….tru the lump in the throat , as the formative years rolled…the vacation over now , the morning train awaiting departure …such was the strain , that you are overwhelmed and an inertia supreme: a strenuous effort….The biggest stumbling block was Ma : the epitome of entwinement: her frail frame hard to let go…
Nevertheless, the brave heart trudged on , the thoughts shattered by the thunderous Diesel Loco with its 21 bogie load as it appeared on the horizon…
The monster of a train as familiar reliefs of the small town slithered passed as it diligently tore apart the comfort zone…
As the trip to the new session of the school culminated ,one cannot fathom the sea of change just a diurnal variation…
Took time …. the fledgling roots still raw from an uproot , slowly finding its ground of sustenance , as fellow comrades mingle, a newer zone of self realization, a goal for self development, far away from the safe haven, not very old but fresh in memory…
Time is the currency, as the school hostel years rolled on , the cut out of an agenda of self awareness, self assertion and ultimately Self confidence….
As I fly back home from the Sunny clime … there will be my own family waiting….there will be quality time ..a short visit …a week…but enveloped in hope, bonhomie, … only to be torn apart as you part again from your kith and kin ….flying into the Sunny clime , the crossing over the Laccadive sea : a ritual…. this time it’s not a Diesel locomotive but a jet plane clinically executing the tear…….
