From mint chutney, to gongura chutney to dosa podi to sambhar powder, my kitchen was witness to frenetic activities.
As glass jars were filled one after another, and as excellent sambhar and rice, with pappadam made its way to the dinner table, I realized how I was busy circumambulating my area of fear.
How I was not doing what I was supposed to do.
How when I sat down to write I was busy writing exactly what was not incumbent upon me.
It became clear to me that I was playing the quintessential escapist.
It was also clear that this was going to land me in trouble.
I sweated out as I tried to write.
I was so nervous that I shut the system and pretended to sleep.
My young garden bore green chillies that makes my maid go..awwww didi, nodi, nodi, eshtu chanagithu nodi! in Kannada.
The tomato plant is brimming in green and the aloe vera is still trying to find her own space in a new home.
Hopefully I too will find my niche and be sure footed in my academic writing.
Surely it can’t be difficult.
It must the mental blocks that is making me so jittery.
It is just a matter of getting a hang of it.
Your sunshine is seeking you.
Maybe this is not escapism.
Maybe I am just trying my best to get ahead in this new area of work.
Maybe I am just about there.
Yeah, maybe that’s it.