Up, from my apartment on the twenty third floor in Kuala Lampur, the huge glass windows are like the peepholes of a bioscope, through which you can see a city ablaze with towering buildings which tear at the heart of the clouds. But somehow, I now feel there is more to the the city beneath its glamour, glitter and chutzpah. There is something about the city that lurks behind this exterior, which I am still trying to grapple with, but it somehow escapes my grasp.
The past few days have taught me more about living alone in a foriegn country than it has about official corporate life. To my surprise, I realise that roaming the streets on my own has given me a sense of alertness which has helped me overcome most of my foibles, like, forgetting my way, leaving my keys inside, and even day dreaming. With a start, I realise that I have grown up.
Eating in crowded shacks, but in a different place every day, I have had so many archived conversations with so many people.To one person I am Deepika, to another I am Kavya. Not that I am afraid of being followed, but more for the thrill of being incognito, or rather conjuring an identity for myself just for that moment.Also, of the reaction my name would evoke. It sometimes makes people think I am positively lying.I am still amazed by the fact that my namesake is literally universally popular.I wistfully think of my childhood dream of becoming so famous that it would give her a complex.
Inspite of living in my apartment which looks like a dream house, inspite of enjoying my jaunty walks with a song on my lips,knowing that nobody would know me or even care less, inspite of awakening to a new myself,I am positively looking forward to the fact that I am going to have some of my friends coming over in the next few weeks.