River Mohana on her way to meet the Bay of Bengal.
We're taking on water
Diesel and stores
Laying up awhile
Before I'm back on board
They're patching her up
To go fishing again
They're welding her rudder
Scrubbing her keel
Scars on her belly
Need time to heal
In the dock
With the trawlermen
The week has been slow and bad and each day i have come back home with a longing to sleep for hours. S has been very late coming home too. So here i was feeling a little low on a friday night, alone with no drink in hand to cheer me up (it is a dog's life. alas!) with this sudden need to call someone and talk. But just as it happens - no one to call.....and then Mr.Knopfler sang... :)
Dark is the night need a guiding light
To keep me
From foundering
On the rocks
My only prayer
Is just to see you there
At the end
Of my wandering
Back in the dock
Whenever i listen to Martha Wainwright and Damien Rice, i remember the cold december in California and how it just rained and rained. I would be huddled by the study in front of the comp, mostly alone since S had terrible schedules then. Most days i felt cold to my core inspite of the heater.
At times i do miss San Francisco, the daisies by the roadside, the seagulls, the library which helped me keep sane, the roads going up and down, the golden gate bridge and the sunset over it, that afternoon at fisherman's wharf, lombard street and the carefree spirit of the city, not to mention all the perks of living in a first world country.
But.....right now....am too glad to be where i am. Which in my language translates into - am just 8 hours away from my fav haunt - Someplace Else :)
