Supreeth Madduri

The streets of Varanasi looked Familiar to me The bent and holes of the streets  French buildings, confusing  Crowd, deceiving weather And pretty much everything. As and when I started roaming  Around, the reminiscent of  My past started appearing on The walls of down trodden  Buildings, the etched names on the  Bank of the river which might  Have caused wars for land(s). I was lost. Google can get Awkward at times and make you so. I was lost. Completely.  Familiarity helps in ways you can't  Be less thankful for. Familiarity, sometimes, appear in the  Form of sweet words, affection at times  And in love, most of the times. I was lost. I couldn't leave a trail. But my name did. Did I travel the map? no. I just put my name on the map, happily.

The best part about train journey is the window seat. For instance, I become a paradox with a window seat. Not the paradox that mind could think about , it's the paradox that, only the heart knows. The moving mountains, flying hair,  'Tuhi re' playing along, the train's shakiness putting me into sleep as the train sounds its  Lullaby. Is someone singing along, or is it the train? I wonder how perfectly Rahman's albums frames its lyrics with the window, itself. May be that's what moving keys on his piano mean. Also, that's what a hypnotist does to you. You're aware of your heart beat, not the senses; that you enjoy losing. I am the guy who quotes 'the part about reaching the destination is its journey towards it' I am the guy for whom R N Jayagopal songs has been written down for I am the guy who puts paradox across the minds Mostly, I am the guy by the window seat.