the big plunge

I walk along the water’s edge, the pool of dark blue with hues of golden yellow. I hear the distant footnotes of a city, of night traffic. I hear the nearby households surviving city-life. A dog barks in the distance. I look up and find the stars looking back.

It is nearly the same as it was 10 years back. Then I was a student in Singapore. Today, I am a resident of Delhi. I notice the surrounding trees have grown. This was wear I celebrated many birthdays. All this feels at once familiar at once strange. A week from now, I will be headed back to Delhi, my city.

Sometimes it feels like I live different realities, one as Singaporean, the other as Delhi-walla. Which is real which is not? Can they both be real at once? Yet, I sometimes feel I need to cross a line to get from one to the other.

The water in the pool is still. I feel like plunging in, leather shoes and all. I will. I have. Delhi is my big plunge. Moving back home to Singapore later will be equally big.

Posted Jan 16, 12