The narrator recounts having a nightmare about changing their lifestyle by moving from India to England for school. They dreamt of disturbing images like a headless horseman and being stung by an English bee. The narrator expresses sadness at leaving behind their favorite sari, bangles, and Indian food for an unknown life in England with different customs. As the plane lands in Manchester, the narrator sees their hometown in India shrinking in the distance and realizes this move represents a metamorphosis, but is still uneasy about the inevitable changes.
The narrator recounts having a nightmare about changing their lifestyle by moving from India to England for school. They dreamt of disturbing images like a headless horseman and being stung by an English bee. The narrator expresses sadness at leaving behind their favorite sari, bangles, and Indian food for an unknown life in England with different customs. As the plane lands in Manchester, the narrator sees their hometown in India shrinking in the distance and realizes this move represents a metamorphosis, but is still uneasy about the inevitable changes.
The narrator recounts having a nightmare about changing their lifestyle by moving from India to England for school. They dreamt of disturbing images like a headless horseman and being stung by an English bee. The narrator expresses sadness at leaving behind their favorite sari, bangles, and Indian food for an unknown life in England with different customs. As the plane lands in Manchester, the narrator sees their hometown in India shrinking in the distance and realizes this move represents a metamorphosis, but is still uneasy about the inevitable changes.
The narrator recounts having a nightmare about changing their lifestyle by moving from India to England for school. They dreamt of disturbing images like a headless horseman and being stung by an English bee. The narrator expresses sadness at leaving behind their favorite sari, bangles, and Indian food for an unknown life in England with different customs. As the plane lands in Manchester, the narrator sees their hometown in India shrinking in the distance and realizes this move represents a metamorphosis, but is still uneasy about the inevitable changes.
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CHANGE
Teja Aishwarya Maddipati
Teja Aishwarya Maddipati
A floundering swimmer in an ocean of custard, a headless horseman of Wooky Hollow, galloping
towards the North Sea, an English bee piercing honey fangs into my sun kissed neck. Shrieking in terror, I leapt frenzied from my bed isnt it interesting how change can disturb the peace of your mind? I dont even like custard, and exactly what, is an English bee? I love wearing my peacock blue sari with my gold bangles adorning my supple arms, waking up to the scent of idli and sambar lingering in the air, satisfying my thirst with freshly squeezed mango juice. Wow! Who in their right mind would want to give this up? And for what? Perpetual rain, grey faces, tepid Tetley tea, greasy bacon and boring universal denim? I dont want to change nana! I dont want to go to England Ive just had a horrible nightmare, It was ghastly nana, a killer bee and-and-and a headless horseman and-and worst of all, CUSTARD! He never listens to me. I knew even then that, that night hed return home brandishing the tickets for our epic journey to the unknown. Change is inevitable. Hed signed me up to sit in a grey classroom somewhere in the North West of England where I was likely to die of hypothermia. I kissed goodbye to my beautiful collection of saris and my bangles which would rust in the English rain, and was forced to pack the denim, the umbrella and the Wellington boots. We were off to England, whether Id liked it or not. I pictured my birthplace, Kakinada. The place I had called home for what seemed an eternity. With a burst of the engine, Kakinada became fragmented, diminishing beneath me; the paddies-green matchsticks, the labourers heads a rainbow of cloths, suspended in the fields below, fronds of coconut palms reaching to peaceful clouds as if waving me goodbye. These were the final visions of home. It looked so peaceful and marvellous that I could have almost cried, and yet it was only a tiny part of this huge magical country called India. We are now approaching Manchester Airport. Please prepare for landing. This was going to be my metamorphosis, caterpillar to butterfly in reverse, to either fall, or to fly I am a child, and change is inevitable. Well at least for now anyway.
