Chennai, a city in South India
The day has come for you to leave the comfort of home and move to a new city. As you fly alone for the first time, you examine the contents of a plastic pouch in front of you. Aside from a magazine and a safety manual, you find a paper bag that would come handy if you felt airsick. But none gave you a paper bag that read “In case you feel homesick.”
As you look out the window, you recall what someone wise once said, “Every place has its own vibe. Listen to what it has got to say to you.”
And so you do.
Chennai. A seamless blend of the old and new. The modern and ancient. Traditional yet avant-garde. An electric, no, eclectic city that you cannot wait to explore.
On the first day, you take the bus to work. Even at 7 am, it is crowded. Seats that can only accommodate two squeeze four. Sweat patches create map-like patterns on mens’ shirts, and you wonder what destinations await them. Your mind rotates faster than the wheels of the bus.
You get off and take your seat in the office. Two hours into work, you feel a little drowsy. While stretching, you look up and notice something for the first time. The ceiling is shaped like an inverted ice tray. Instead of ice cubes, tube lights are nestled in the hollows, brilliantly lighting up the entire floor.
The days pass faster than you hoped they would. While walking back home, you see the road swelling, like a tide. You are glad you are not another fish entrapped in a net of traffic. You look down and thank your feet.
You turn the key in the lock of a house that is not yours. But still, you hear a familiar click. Houses, given time, eventually turn to homes.
Reclining on the sofa with a cup of coffee, you run over the events of the day, and soon enough, your eyes close. Your dreams weave a patchwork quilt from your experiences, so when you fall asleep, you are warm and snug. You dream that in this new city, you will encounter a lot more stories.
That can’t wait to be told.