![]() Maybe it is an instinct to affirm rootedness to terra firma at the very moment one denies it in an exhilarating rush. The instant the aircraft arched towards the sky, I peered out of the window, nose pressed against the glass. This pleasant reverie put me in a happy frame of mind. ![]() At a traffic signal, as a woman walked past, the jasmine flowers tucked in her hair threw out a fragrant lifeline a signal perhaps for the city to be enveloped in the voluminous folds of twilight. The republic of perspiration as my friends liked to call their city had just started to emerge from the lassitude of yet another day trapped in a giant humid sigh. The taxi driver was taciturn, loath to engage in conversation one turned to the pursuit of a silent observer. ![]() The peanut masala seller was lustily announcing his presence outside my friend's house in Chennai, as he did every evening, when I left for the airport. ![]()
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