Time travel...

It's been AGES since I got to do this. And I miss it so much. Sit in my room with my songs and my books. And then it’s freefall.

I travel back in time, walk down the crowded lanes. Every turn is new and has a new shop. Some sell counterfeit currency; a black market. I wonder if the police know about it. It seems so obviously in the open. I'm suddenly scared wondering if there's a reason why these shops operate in the open. I wonder if it's safe at all to be here, worried about her. And in a minute that thought is lost as I look up at the little piece of sky I can see through the overcrowding cables, half broken tiles and crumbling balconies reaching out to each other from both sides of the road. My eyes are caught by the mess of tangled wires that clog the sky view. Wisps of blue smoke and the smell of fried sweetmeat catch my eyes and fill my nose. There are jewellers, clothes shops and glittering colourful wares all around. Cycles, rickshaws, pushcarts cramp every stride I take and it takes skillful weaving through them to make any progress. Enchanted and in a trance I don't realise how far I've gone losing myself in the lanes. Right now I'm partly there in that labyrinth of life and partly I'm a shadow following my companion and myself. Walking, watching and wishing that moment back.

I travel back in time, to my corridor outside my room in the corner of the 1000 acre campus that was home for four years. We've just got back from dinner eating ice cream and stand in the end of the corridor in front of our rooms. S and I can't stop ourselves from taking P's case over L's legendary faux pas. Somehow, right now I can see three figures in the dark in that corner guffawing, standing from where I am in between C and D blocks on the 1st floor connector.

I travel back in time to my silver fort. Sitting alone with my music. Purging my system. Feeling everything from awe to anguish in flood of thoughts, for a fleeting moment I feel I could fly off into the dark sky, speed across the waters of the sea before me. A sense of power engulfs me, removes me from the city behind, tears me away from my regular average life and throws me to my imagination.

Today I write bad prose. Nothing comes to me anymore, the feelings are much more intense and the sense of being trapped is much harder to take.