On Roots
I had to break my roots, to shift myself to Pune. I had spent an eventful half-a-decade in Hyderabad which changed me physically and mentally, almost irrevocably. The shift is not really a shift from academia to corporate life, but from the comfort of rootedness to the pain of molting roots which is cast off for fledgling wings.
Roots as wings, enanglements versus free float, during which I imagine myself to fly above the earth looking at the puzzling pieces as a whole, often cringing with horror on seeing things in its entirety. The only comforts are my palms, which shield my eyes against the palm-sized earth.
