Leaving the city...!

An incredible force of nature reminds me that I am leaving behind 60 seconds - every minute, the rooster next door reminds me that I leave my dreams half the way – every morning, the traffic signal next to that shattered office block tells me that I leave my ‘beanbag’ alone to watch the most excited part of the cricket match - every season, the empty beer bottle on my table reminds me that I leave so many more bottles empty – every evening, my bed confronts me that I leave it ‘unattended’ – every night.

But now, when I am leaving the city, all that I know – I don’t know, all that I like – I dislike, all that I see - I can’t see, all the factual possessions in the region of my earthly bulk will be left behind in this city. Those 60 seconds, that neighbour rooster, the office block at the signal, the beanbag at the corner of my living room, the empty bottles at the edge of my bed will be missing from my roster.

Will the road I take everyday have the same amount of traffic? Will my house be lived by another callous mortal? Will those pigeons have twilight summit in my balcony? Will that bed be touched by another body ever? Yes, they all will experience the surrogate and will fine-tune for the next song.

And then I think, I am not leaving anything this time, ‘my city’ is leaving me!