Nights in a New place!
Wrote in April'20 -
I wrote about Demons earlier. One of them is this. Nights in a New place!
There's a longing, an anticipation and there are missing home feelings. I sleep best when I know there are a lot of people in the house/building or when someone is awake, sense of having some company, I guess. The noises of people laughing or having loud conversations in the neighboring houses or some vehicular movement on the roads is all very comforting for me. (Can't say the same about Construction noises though, they're annoying)
So our first night in Australia was rather dramatic, luggage fiasco as per usual and our cousins came to pick us up. On our drive from Airport to their house we must have seen not more than 30 cars on the roads. Pitch dark with skies cloudy from all bushfires. Finally when we arrived in front from of their house, it felt like it's literally in the middle of nowhere. Isn't Melbourne supposed to be a big city? I mean where are all the people?
Even from all the travelling and jet lag I didn't sleep really well way until midnight, windows without metal grills, wooden houses, and delicate wooden gates which can be easily opened and there you are in the backyard. It took me quite sometime to get used to the place.
We moved to another place, the day we came to see the place, I saw a main road close by and it looked like an old colony which means mostly occupied. Then came our first nigt at the new place, again Silence. Hardly any light in the houses, only dark structures. The silence was spooky and there's a feeling of Melancoly maybe because of the winter. I saw the time, it was 8PM. Jitters started to begin from 5PM everyday, I studied the shadows and sounds of the house, Ashish took me around the neighborhood, though they weren't a lot of people to be seen but a few lights here and there. The main road is just few houses away and it's still this quiet.
Every night as I lay in the bed, I think about the houses we visited in Malkjgiri. Beautiful to warm to small to tiny one room spaces are blended well in to the city that is so so beautiful day and night. I remembered our campaigning during the Diwali time, almost every house had Diyas, they smelled of incense or hot Indian meals. Each house a different smell, a different personality, a different vibe. Then there's this suburb in the city which has been home for over 3 months now, beautiful no doubt, but silence, cold, lonely. Days are much better. I also realized why conversations start with - 'Such a lovely day' or 'How's the weather'. It's so important to have some warmth during the day. I'm not kidding but my hands feel like ice cubes most of the time and I'm really counting on them as a weapon in my imaginary attack with, well the imaginary backyard creepy burglar.
So our first night in Australia was rather dramatic, luggage fiasco as per usual and our cousins came to pick us up. On our drive from Airport to their house we must have seen not more than 30 cars on the roads. Pitch dark with skies cloudy from all bushfires. Finally when we arrived in front from of their house, it felt like it's literally in the middle of nowhere. Isn't Melbourne supposed to be a big city? I mean where are all the people?
Even from all the travelling and jet lag I didn't sleep really well way until midnight, windows without metal grills, wooden houses, and delicate wooden gates which can be easily opened and there you are in the backyard. It took me quite sometime to get used to the place.
We moved to another place, the day we came to see the place, I saw a main road close by and it looked like an old colony which means mostly occupied. Then came our first nigt at the new place, again Silence. Hardly any light in the houses, only dark structures. The silence was spooky and there's a feeling of Melancoly maybe because of the winter. I saw the time, it was 8PM. Jitters started to begin from 5PM everyday, I studied the shadows and sounds of the house, Ashish took me around the neighborhood, though they weren't a lot of people to be seen but a few lights here and there. The main road is just few houses away and it's still this quiet.
Every night as I lay in the bed, I think about the houses we visited in Malkjgiri. Beautiful to warm to small to tiny one room spaces are blended well in to the city that is so so beautiful day and night. I remembered our campaigning during the Diwali time, almost every house had Diyas, they smelled of incense or hot Indian meals. Each house a different smell, a different personality, a different vibe. Then there's this suburb in the city which has been home for over 3 months now, beautiful no doubt, but silence, cold, lonely. Days are much better. I also realized why conversations start with - 'Such a lovely day' or 'How's the weather'. It's so important to have some warmth during the day. I'm not kidding but my hands feel like ice cubes most of the time and I'm really counting on them as a weapon in my imaginary attack with, well the imaginary backyard creepy burglar.
Forget the dollar to rupee conversion, I'm just all about Hyderabad to Melbourne comparison. May be because a part of me is still there!
I also miss Nanna (very to the power of infinity much), morning filter coffee with him and the conversations I forcibly drag him in to in the nights. I just miss home, a bit more everyday.
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