familiarity & flakes
in india, plain cornflakes with fresh, warm milk had somehow snuggled its way into the comforting chambers of our hearts. we'd camp at the mess each morning, hoping & praying that she'd once again, emerge from the kitchen with the glorious metal tray in hand. breakfast was never taken for granted, we thrived on this routine of waiting patiently for 730am-for the cow would not be rushed. the sighting of our golden-brown treats always made our morning & planted grateful smiles on our faces. cornflakes that eased our pining for home, milk that soothed our souls made restless by curry...our morning meal which broke our fast from the familiar.
funny how 4 hours & 2896km later, cereal has lost its appeal. back home & blanketed by all that it once represented, familiarity has found its place among other things. funny how we'd grasp at anything vaguely recognizable & be consoled by the slightest hint of home, having first sought adventure in a foreign land. such creatures of habit, longing for a constant, even one with the most restless of hearts.
funny how 4 hours & 2896km later, cereal has lost its appeal. back home & blanketed by all that it once represented, familiarity has found its place among other things. funny how we'd grasp at anything vaguely recognizable & be consoled by the slightest hint of home, having first sought adventure in a foreign land. such creatures of habit, longing for a constant, even one with the most restless of hearts.