28th May 2012
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Termites have eaten my bamboo bed in Bangalore, the only material possession that physically connected me to India.
An important object that I had it made thinking that it could be a way to anchor my presence in India.
An act of stability, an attempt at stabilisation.
And then today I got the news of the termites.
In a moment when I am seriously thinking of what next and more insistently about where is next.
The detachment from India had started to seem unavoidable, but still difficult to articulate and a little painful to conceive.
And then the termites came.
I could not think of any more cinematographic way to happily close a chapter and start pondering about the next page.
I am sorry, Bangalore, I cannot stay for much longer: termites ate my bed.