i cover a distance of 100 km between my office and my home everyday. Its a journey that i make through traffic jams and mock hills at times and secret forest places the other. I seek faces, the look on the faces of the people when i travel. The looks worn by the beggars when they are trying to sell their merchandise by throwing it inside the small space between window and the car door. The look of despondency on their faces when they realize that this one too they shall have to forego for the next one.
The looks on the faces of the other people travelling alongside with me in their cars. Their movements and actions. If its a VIP then the look of realization that he too must wait along with the others for his turn so that he can cross the jam. The look which shows how insecure he gets at the sight of sharing the same space with so many people. His security guards doing their best to look menacing to show who is actually incharge.
There is also an airport which i cross while on the way to my house. The zooming lights overhead make me look upwards towards the sky, towards these towering giants trying to find a place to land. The huge runway with lights ablaze waiting to welcome these machines looks like a huge procession with millions of never ending lights.
The sun is about to set when i finally leave my workplace. Its a race between me and the sun to see who gets across the border first. Whether it is I who sees the sun against the backdrop of skyscraper or is the sun that sees me zoom ahead of it.
