Himspeak

I can remember saying all this as if somebody else was speaking through me:

I could stand and light a cigarette on Chowpatti after dark, shut my eyes and try to listen to the sea over the traffic. And from inside my shut eyes I could see myself on four continents, feel the ocean lick my toes with its salty tongue, and lose myself to the endless water.

When would I ever find where I belong?
I couldn’t place myself on any continent, let alone in one house.