It was one of those unusual weeks where suddenly I had to send off two scripts.
One was scheduled, a competition thing where I had hung on till the last minute to actually begin writing. Classical procrastination story where I had done the preparation for writing, but just never got around to doing it. Always found something else to do!
Finally buckled down to writing, finished off the draft in about a week, printed it after some adventure and shipped it out.
Then I pulled out an old project, one whose collapse earlier had rocked my marriage quite a bit. I just knew I had to do a bit of re-writing to the script, did it, re-formatted lots of it. Almost on cue the person asked if I could send him the new draft, which I did having completed my new draft the night before.
Lots of dreams attached to the project, it is a potential life-changer still.
Then looking back I realised both these were Kenya based stories, maybe the final ones I’ll be writing about the country. It sort of cleared my mind to chase ideas in India finally, which I guess I’ll do now.
But is Kenya really out of my system? No, one can never really put out the past entirely. It may fade a bit, one’s memories may grow out of touch with the reality there, but it’s pretty much indelibly there.
As was Meerut/ India when we were based in Kenya, I couldn’t just hit a delete button and erase it all from my being.
I guess that’s what I’m now trying to do, to reconcile different parts of my life into a coherent whole.
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