inside

Another morning. Another airport.
What seemed to be a car turned out to be an assortment of lights. Carefully arranged and neatly placed. Choreography rules the world. Orchestration is the new order.
Amidst all the glitz an old friend walks in and catches me by surprise. “You haven’t changed one bit”
“I am glad you looked”

A moment. A hug. A smile.
Orchestration’s reach is beyond us. Thankfully.

(at Chatrapati Shivaji International Airport)

The treads on the tyres leave the marks on the ground.
What’s inside you is what causes you to behave and speak in the manner in which you do. And when the tread is worn out and tyre is bald, there is no character to the marks on the ground .

(at Powai Lake)