I have asked myself many times,
Why do we travel? Why can we not stay still?
Are our wishes like those of the birds,
Those that travel across wide seas and beyond borders?
Do we travel with our wishes, beating our wings and flying away in search of something?
The birds are looking for food and shelter.
What do we need?
Are we curious to know.
Do others live like us? Do they eat what we eat?
Do they live and love like we do?
Curious creatures we are, but beyond that too.
We are something more.
Because when we get up in the morning,
Don’t we open the door and look up first,
At the open sky outside?
And fly even if for a flitting second?
Translated from the original Assamese text as published by Shri Dinesh Sarma in his travelogue, The London Eye.
(with changes and thoughts of my own, similar yet different from the original author, my Dad).
The London Eye, travelogue by Dinesh Sarma
Dinesh Sarma and Bily Devi at a museum in London, 2013