Disembarking at Dadar Railway Station

It’s almost a catholic experience, now – giving in…

to the echo of Rabboni; Resist not Evil

Giving in to the baptismal experience of inaction –

Standing still in a crowded train – it is enough

to let myself be cloaked in the semi-sweaty mass

with a singular thought – Exeunt!

My feet, now, moves in tandem with the pulse

of 100 other feet in this Bolshoi – each step

synchronized from years of muscle memory.

This ballet is tattooed on our sole.

It isn’t eazy – but after years of rigorous practice,

it has become something akin to second nature –

Disembarking at Dadar station is easier now;

Forgetting you is a habit – almost…

a reflex action to remembrance. The key is giving in…

to the vacuous company of your absence!