Randhir: Darpoke?
1980
As his flight to New York took off from Palam airport, he was aware for the first time in his life that the cloud which had always enveloped him was lifting. He could feel it, physically. It felt as though his eyesight had improved overnight and that every colour was brighter, every angle and curve of every object in the plane sharper. It was no longer a blur of people; every person was clearly himself or herself. Even the smell of the plane dinner wafting down from the other end seemed appetizing. His muscles were beginning to relax, as if they were, drop by drop, releasing something long held.
How come he was feeling now what he should have felt the previous year? The cloud hadn’t lifted when he first left for America. Nor had it lifted when he looked around hi
