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From mid 2006 till a week ago, south Delhi close to Nelson Mandela Marg where this picture was taken, became my home. And just like the many homes I've inhabited before, both tangible and intangible, I had to accept its beckon and immerse myself beyond the trepidation to run.
So I returned to south Delhi from Kathmandu, Malacca, Srinagar, Kumpong Chetty, to frogs in my bathroom with bags of stuff and baggage that I've tried to unpack before, but elsewhere.
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In the beginning I ordered a plan drawn up in-between waking hours of copying and pasting my trials into empty and useless frames of contrition. I decided to fall asleep for real the night when the frog in this picture stayed the night and left before I awoke.
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Somewhere in the middle of teaching graduate students about Amilcar Cabral's political theory I wondered how the frog was doing. And then I let it go, like I did before, and before that, and there I was, home again.
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And she was there ready to teach more than just Cabral to me. Again.
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