A Nice Place To Visit
What if we were all places instead of people? Towering construction. Sweeping grasslands. A rabbit hole. A pothole. A wrought iron staircase. A treehouse. The ground floor of a building under redevelopment plans. A library. A cell for illegal aliens. The verandah of a brothel. A nursery. The last window of a factory floor. A town square. The green room of a fading star. A shop.
Aren’t we all places already? We are worlds unto ourselves with gates & doors called identity. Know me and gain entry.
Some of us are plush, luxuriant drawing rooms that invite guests to sink in and never leave. Some are spider webs, some carpets, some thresholds. Someone is a transit point on public transport, bright, always impersonal, always busy. Somebody is a bus-stop in the rain, holding both promise and fear. There’s always a person who is the most comfortable spot under a tree, perfect at a particular time and one season. And there’s the one who is your favourite spot on a threadbare sofa with creaking hinges, whose prods & pokes spell comfortable familiarity. One person is an amusement park and another is a discotheque – one lively in the day, another at night and each full of gloomy foreboding at other times. There are even those who are museums, furniture shops, antique stores.
And what else are those we envy but places we look at in a glossy brochure, wishing we were there? Ah, but they tell us, you wouldn’t want to live here.
What is the place that you are? And is it your favourite spot in the world?
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I’m Ramya Pandyan (a.k.a. Ideasmith) and I’m on Twitter and Instagram.
Brilliant thought. Places, building, and trees or skyrises, slums or whorehouses makes us vibrant as humans and as I write Mumbai comes to my mind, the expressions and emotions that we tend to lose our ourselves get passionate and never say die attitude.