spaces....

Have been recently back from NID….my home for the past 2 yrs….it was an overwhelming experience..

Wondered what it was about its empty corridors that made my heart so full…cud still hear the laughter…feel the people….a feeling of absolute, rare calm...jutst like the perfect tranquility of a fish bowl when the fish dont move...

I am a nomad at heart…the fear of stagnation always keeps me on the move…both mentally and physically…and I never thought it was possible to spend a great length of time in any one place and not feel restless…the urge to move on usually comes too soon…

But was wondering what was it about this small pre-fab structure in the middle of nowhere…with crickets and beetles for company….tht tugged at the heart strings so? I realized it had nothing to do with the space outside but the space within…the way I hv been affected and changed forever…

Every animal (including us humans) is a territorial being…I remember feeling very hostile when my juniors came to share my campus…wht I till then thought was ‘my’ space…we always like to believe tht we were better…our times were better…probably to substantiate our illusion tht our lives didn’t go waste…..tht we made a difference…. and tht the place was special becoz we were special…this may be a very arrogant view to see our relationship with the space…but if this belief contributes to the highly valued thing called ‘memories’ then I think it is worth it…

And any external space is only as important as the degree to which it affects the space within… thts why the places whr we spent our childhood are the most beautiful… thts why thr is only one home…