|Shillong New Year|
The city and its people looked different from the village near my airport and its people. May be the age old difference between the city and the country. Irreconcilable differences. In the crowd I noticed the bus conductor who comes to airport. His little daughter tied in his back draped in traditional shawl..but for some strange reasons he refused to reckon me..Should I give him the benefit of doubt he did not see us, the group of 14 odd people..Well new year anyway.. and he has the liberty to reckon/ unreckon the people he pleases. Though he would wave to me enthusiastically whenever we met at the airport, exchange some pleasantries.Somehow with the good food,I tasted the feeling of being ' outsider'...The city with its wide arms accepts anyone and the country shuns itself off from everyone. It is only work ,necessity which opens the doors..at least make some perforations in the concrete wall..We came back.. and my bundle squealed and rushed in my arms.A good beinning to the year..some freedom..some bond.. I hugged my bond tight and took her inside shielding her from the chill.