Gum Trees are My Friends

My words have wings and a mind of their own. They sing when the skies are blue and when the breeze filters through the eucalyptus leaves. Unfortunately, they turned their back on me when I returned home to Cambridge. That explains a long silence in this space – I was reckoning means to deal with …

The Fire and The Bird

Au revoir, Australia!  We are at the end of this ten-week long journey. I am writing this as I wait at Sydney airport for my flight back home. I should very much resent the idea of not having to write about the land I love so much anymore. The Canberra that I had grown to …

The Road Vanishes

I have now seen this land and its creatures ridden down by the three horsemen of the apocalypse. I am not very inclined to wait for the fourth. But I am curious to know what would that be – what’s left really? Fire, smoke, hail, and biblical plague? Locusts? Zeus’ swords? It’s a pity that …

Between the Heaven and the Earth, We Live in the Clouds – Fieldnotes, Week 7

I have stayed away from writing for a while. Since the country had slumped into an extended or even a permanent, state of mourning, I could barely get myself to think or write anything. Not to mention, it is very debilitating to wake into a dull orange glow of smoke covered city, where one must …

Field Notes: Week 1

Frankly, I do not think my field notes have to be this sparse. Had I not been jetlagged for a good part of the week and then, suddenly struck by a very random Hay fever, I think I would have had a lot more to say each day. I am sitting inside my quiet apartment, …

The Bird in the Mirror

Ophelia and Tatyana are placed on the columns of the very Edwardian bay window. They are birds of course. Felted woollen ones I brought into the Department and placed on the windows to get rid of my constant loneliness. People aren’t good enough for that, you see. Often, I wonder if I am a borderline …