Hyderabad.
This uneven city, with rocks heaving sighs.
I am trying to figure out whose city this is. Because as yet, it isn’t mine. I feel lost. I can’t make my way anywhere. The confidence of Bombay, and the ease of Delhi, it simply doesn’t come here.
I can’t figure out if everyone is moving, and I am still. Or is it that I am moving, and everything else is still. I am just vaguely aware of frenzy and movement, and a cool rock like inertia.
Even my prayers are feeble. I don’t know in which direction to look. The West and the North seem like ambiguous directions. Inside the room, there is hardly anything that marks entry and exit.
Sometimes, these days in Hyderabad feel like suspended animation. Again the confusion. Inertia.
In earth.
Inert in her.
Posted on August 16th, 2004 by Neha Viswanathan
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