Of Cabbages and Kings

April 13, 2007

Ghost of me

Filed under: Personal, Random musing — Chinmayi @ 6:18 am

The odd part about coming back to a city how you turn a corner and run into your own ghost. 

Like walking up Lavelle road and feeling that you are walking alongside your 14 year-old self who is pestering her mother with questions about this new cafe that they are walking towards, and who looks at all the pictures on the wall and settles down to have a spinach and walnut pizza on one of the charming little marble-topped table. Your 16-year old self is also there, in school uniform, with three friends.  Each girl is wearing a coloured badge which says ‘Captain’ and is filled with a sense of power and freedom. You are eating mocha ice-cream and plotting against the sports-master. The other ghost of you is 19. She is wearing a yellow kurta and is eating rum and chocolate cake with a boy at one of the corner tables. He says he wants to see her world, and while part of her is trying to show him, part of her is trying to shield her world from his gaze- so she is avoiding talking about all the other ghosts of herself that linger there. The 21 year old ghost eating pizza (which now smells like shoes) with fellow-interns ignores her.


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