On returning from Ghevra, Neelofar
[18-07-2006]
On returning from Ghevra, when I enter my home, I can't see anything. I sit on one side and slowly wait for things to make themselves visible, for them to reacquaint themselves with me. Sometimes ma keeps to herself, lost in her work; at other times she asks me, “You're back very early today?”
I go to the toilet, then come back and drink water, and lie down. My mind revisits the morning I spent in Ghevra. Today Ghevra's journey to becoming a colony doesn't seem immeasureable, but I don't seem to be able to cover it. I feel my mother's past time is in that place somewhere. When I ask her, she says, “How can I recount my days in Mustfabad? Neither water not electricity; houses far away from each other, ground of sand and dust...”
To reach Ghevra you travel beyond Shakarpur and the big shopping malls and clubs, beyond the stretch of road where huge construction work continues. The journey challenges and asks us, “Where are you in this?”
On returning from Ghevra, when I enter my home, I can't see anything. I sit on one side and slowly wait for things to make themselves visible, for them to reacquaint themselves with me. Sometimes ma keeps to herself, lost in her work; at other times she asks me, “You're back very early today?”
I go to the toilet, then come back and drink water, and lie down. My mind revisits the morning I spent in Ghevra. Today Ghevra's journey to becoming a colony doesn't seem immeasureable, but I don't seem to be able to cover it. I feel my mother's past time is in that place somewhere. When I ask her, she says, “How can I recount my days in Mustfabad? Neither water not electricity; houses far away from each other, ground of sand and dust...”
To reach Ghevra you travel beyond Shakarpur and the big shopping malls and clubs, beyond the stretch of road where huge construction work continues. The journey challenges and asks us, “Where are you in this?”
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