Working to find ground in a place so different from home felt like an endless renovation, constantly finding new means of support, inspiration and materials. Yet, I’ve managed to find just enough of all those things now and thankfully, it was just in time.
I woke up this morning and looked out onto the city and the only heavy thought that could cross my mind was “This is Pune without out them.” It was the loudest thing in my mind, screaming at the top of it’s lungs. I’ve got a feeling that it’s going to be that way for the next couple of days but that’s okay. It’s a small price to pay because you now know exactly what it was that I was talking about. You know what I mean by the systematic chaos, you know what it is I see, where I live. The stories I told you no longer are left up to the imagination, the names of people have not only faces they now have sound. India isn’t just a far off densely populated country, India is now a memory which solely belongs to you. I’m glad you now understand why “It’s India” is the perfect response to some questions. You’ve experienced a country that is so hard to find words for and even when you do, you can’t help but feel there is more to be said. No two days are the same and every 50 kilometers leads you into a place different than the other. It’s India.
I kept laughing at the small things, like seeing your silent expressions. I laughed seeing you in a rickshaw and the innocent questions you asked reminded me of how sweet it was to simply have you here. You each were seated at the center of an illustration that I have come to love: Pune. Some days it was shattered with shades of black and other days it was bursting with yellow. Either way I was there for it, alone. Now, places like Kalyaninagar feel like sought after million dollar memorabilia and the illustration isn’t all for myself anymore. I have shared it with you.
All my love,