That feeling when you are actually moving great distances but just can’t feel the motion? Like, during a flight? You wonder if you are moving at all. Turbulence is an occassional reminder but not something you wished for as a reminder in the first place.
My head is amidst so many things. I am loving the innumerable pies that I have snuck my nose and mouth into but I crave for instant gratification. So contradictory! I love the ride but I want to see the finish line. I want to see how it all ends. I want to start more races.
Sorry for abstraction. I will tell you all more. Once I find a wee pause.
Now for what happened yesterday.
A colleague of mine is going to New Delhi for a conference much against her will. That’s okay. But she asked me if a particular hot-shot hotel has safe water and safe food etc. Still okay.
What got me was this:
” How about brushing teeth? And taking a bath? Can I use tap water for that?”
The hotel is a 5-star one. Most of us know of it. I understand her apprehension. But only until drinking. Bath? Really?
After more mulling, I realize it was probably harmless. But I get so defensive and so fiercely possessive of India at times that I seem to lose it pretty bad.