Go west

In the dark, Amrita saw strands of bright lights, maybe a party was in progress on the lawns. She identified laughter, cutlery and tinkling glass, high-pitched voices and an insistent, insect-like buzz somewhere in the background. No, if you heard closely enough it sounded like a scratchy music tape. Amrita tried to unscramble the words, past the whirr and buzz. “ Oh! Its ‘Go west’ ”, she said, and hummed along.

The next instant she found herself in a vast regal building with impressive arches, vaulted ceilings and polished wooden floors. Colorful paintings lined the walls, and tasseled silk curtains framed large windows. A group of people seemed to be walking around, looking at the pictures, perhaps they were tourists. Amrita was quite surprised to be a part of that group, for it seemed a rather familiar place. A song played somewhere in the distance. Although she strained to hear the words, they were too faint.

Just as suddenly, she found herself on a rickety bus that was climbing up a steep mountain incline. The bus was late, she had a plane to catch, perhaps they’d taken longer than scheduled at the palace. Amrita panicked as she realised how far away the airport was. The bus negotiated a steep curve only to stall before a river in spate. She walked to the rusty bridge, the gushing waters seem to be echoing some words. Amrita was puzzled, she just couldn’t place the words. But if she didn’t find a way out quickly, she’d be finished; it was absolutely critical that she move. Just then, a gaily-decorated camel cart appeared. Amrita laughed at the sight, a camel cart, festooned with bells and garlands, at the boarding gate of a plane. She knew she’d be all right, now.

The alarm trilled loudly. Amrita yawned and shook herself awake, reaching to pick up an US university admission form from her bedside table. “ Go west. Life is peaceful there, go west in the open air” as the song went. She wasn’t confused any longer; her job in India could wait.


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