Lost in Timezone

When the plane landed, I gasped

Slowly opening my closed eyes to the world I left behind.

Smelling the wet mud which is still alive, oh petrichor

When the air hostess greets me with a namaste, it's a feeling of belongingness.

The rain greets me and the wind dances whirling me around

It's all lost in a timezone

Delhi airport, when I roll my eyes to check if anything has changed in the years. It gives me chills to see the vending machine filled with kurkure, an Indian flavor of lays. It's all lost in the time zone. When I see the nine mudras on the walls of terminal three. That's when I get reassurance. that this is my land. Skillfully posing unique Indian architecture reminds me of the missing ingredients of my life.

Time Zones strain me, my friends go to bed earlier than me,

That’s when I feel empty, overwhelmed.

When the sun rises before you rise, and nights are deeper than my plight.

It’s a pleasure to see them at the airport when we live

At the same time zones. Virtual hugs and profound cuts

Can’t heal when all I find is time, a time we could talk,

Stuck in my timezone which was on a neverending loop

It’s a delight to see the narrow streets, hawkers selling sweet

When I shout shotgun, it’s always astonishing to see the driver’s seat on right

I'll be yawning, it’s insane with jet lags.

Aroma of kulcha, masalas roasted with ghee making it irresistible to resist.

As the car moves casually along the modern roads, grey pavements have turned black, the whole place seems to be new.

Buildings rise, trees die.

It’s all lost in timezones.

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Footnote: by the use of timezone I refer to a different country. It’s a very personal piece with main things I feel while traveling. I hope you all liked it.