Same route yet an infant journey.
Take off-6.20am IST.
Altitude-4000ft above sea level.
Ground speed-800 km/per hour.
Air speed- 860 in/ per hour.
Time- 1hour 20 minutes.
Distance to destination-1565 kilometres.
Heading-270 degrees.
Landing-5.20pm BCN
Back to Gaudi back to gothic.
To The square with tall arches.
Back to early morning walks to the station, monthly pass,train rides, and swift strong steps with heavy backpacks.
Cold dawns and late dusks.
To an intimate white school, hidden in a small lane ,with “METÀFOR” in old rusted iron strongly embossed in a white stone wall. Back to some friends and to some strangers, students and teachers alike, new names carved on weathers benches.
Back to the courtyard with a little pond and a turtle and new music.
Hair piled up with pencils tucked.
Nails clouded with charcoal.the rim white, like silver lining.
Feet soiled with paint.
Pristine hungry canvases,Tempting imagination, Commanding execution, Challenging interpretation.
And back to my Unabashed translation.
Anxious, nervous, tensed, excited and overwhelmed.
Have done this before and i don’t know how (but tell myself)I can do it again.
Same Lone traveller,Same route, but an infant journey……….