Thursday, October 6, 2016. I learned that robins serenade the sunset. And ring in the twilight. With their lovely, mysterious trills. And a distant soloist answers like an echo,. What do they say? There is peace if you look? Be still. Be still? I learned that even a lonely song. I learned that winter light glows. Over bare, grey trees and dead grass fields. The blue-white light of summer bends over,.

So my current absence will be the norm for now. Who the hell is Eliza.

Look at where I sit now. Looking at me like nothing happened. I doubted my ability to be in this exact room, this exact seat. The seat housed in an institution that looked too prestigious, too intelligent for a girl like myself.

My tryst with the Sahyadris. On a languid afternoon, lunch in a hut made entirely of mud and wood with a woman sitting by the wood fired chulha slapping bhakris one after another on the pan made me realise I was away from the chaos and electricity.