In Transit
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I sit in the airport lounge.
Fragmented English memories of both failure and happiness now behind me.
The warmth, excitement and comforts of life in India await my return.
An apt metaphor of my life:
A life in transit.
A muezzin sounds its plaintive summons to prayer:
An invitation extended to all who travel light, or with heavy burdens.
My heart is touched.
But lies elsewhere.
Picture of the June sky taken in London. Those of the airport are taken from the Emirates transit lounge in Dubai.
Neither Use Nor Ornament 