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From Delhi to Delhi, it has been 2 months.
Grandpa passed, Dubai got dropped.
I have moved between my Singapore bedroom and my Delhi apartment, I sometimes no longer know where I am (for a moment) when I close my eyes.
I switch from the order of Singapore to the chaos of Delhi so quickly, my consciousness sometimes gets a shock when I realise the discordance. I was on the way to work this morning when I was wondering what was the commotion with all the honking on the road. Aye! No commotion; just regular Delhi scenes.
Somehow the reality of leaving India at the end of the year is settling in. I am numb neutral. Not happy, not sad. Will I then stop being Singapore Boy in Delhi once I leave Delhi? I am not sure. But the Delhiite in me won’t go away, just take a backseat perhaps, as the Singaporean in me does here in Dilli.
When will I next be traveling? Where to? Dubai again perhaps. To the Himalayan mountains in the middle of the year when the girlfriend visits.
Numb. Neutral. I really liked the musical I watched over the weekend. Something I miss being in Singapore; watching theatre, theatre I can relate to. I watched it alone. So many thoughts running through.