Cities and people
I think I travel more through the airport than any place else.
But now people remind me of cities, and maybe it was just a matter of time I realised.
Some people are like that breath of fresh air, that you only experience whilst walking on the beach, and each time you meet them it’s like a dip in the ocean, so refreshing that you absolutely needed it.
Some have a mysterious charisma around them, almost like how fog surrounds a mountain, but there is a certain comfort, almost motherly when you are around them.
Some laid back, almost like the backwater of Kerala or perhaps a million melodies at once, but soothing and calm.
Some are so fueled by passion, that it almost consumes, with their shining eyes and big dreams, but always hopeful, almost like Mumbai personified.
Some have an air of importance around them, their ways so different from the rest that it’s almost drawing. Their beauty is almost unreal and unfathomable.
Some with their eyes wide, neck deep in work but with an amount of ease, it’s like the city that never sleeps but is close to your heart.
Some are so fast paced, their entire walk of life fascinates you, the determination so infectious that you are left awe struck.
Some just take you back in time, through cobbled streets and haphazard but such a spiritual, solid foundation.
Some are happiness personified, much like the monks in Bhutan, with hearts of gold and smiles that will melt your heart.
Some are so logical and practical, but a serene wild side, this is truly the amalgamation of beauty and brains, in each of those museums and labs you ever visited, or perhaps the sight of a wonder of science located amongst serenity.
Some heavily covered with all the atrocities and harshness of nature, much like life but emerging so hopeful, that it’s inspiring.
And I look outside my window, and see the skyline.
In some people you find the city you grew up in, and at best your home.
Aesthete 