The Night before the Day after Yesterday

It is happening again..It always happens on the night before days where a big journey awaits..
It used to happen in blore waiting for 4 Am or 5 Am to escape the dark city while its still dark and enjoy the languid morning calm thereafter as it surfaces beyond the fields looming behind a unknown milestone..then life starts afresh and the sheer joy of making a good start is nirvana!
But its the wait on the night before that takes the life out of your system, waiting endlessly listening to the sounds of the night, sudden gasps of wind that buffets through the non streamlined arteries around your house, a late night train that hoots and bellows into the still night, a few canines holding a midnight session with arguments reaching an uncompromising crescendo. Before time, you know that its again one of those nights when sleep eludes you as thoughts fill your mind and old memories battle to remind the new of better times then..
Its like a 1984 Williams Selyem Pinot noir that will begin its slow decline soon and then another cask of enriching memories mature till it oscillates endlessly into your mind's moorings without control and shatters the peace within. Its best that these memories reside in the dark confines of the cellars to prevent its decline..not yet the occasion..Now, as i sit wating for 5 AM when i can begin the day afresh, to run over to the car rental in Kansas city, pick a friend, crank the iPod and drive into the interstates to drive for 800 miles to Michigan that'll have no unmarked milestones from tippu sultan's period, no tea shops by the side, no darshinis to fill your heart with masala dosa and filter coffee, no misplaced yellow karnataka police barricades to remind you of the morning after, no early morning break of the morning stop-by beside an aging decidious tree, no purple skies over nanjangud, no blueplastic sheet covered art goods that wait for another day for a buyer to release it from the mild deccan sun...Instead it'll be exits with rest areas and a recurring template of endless sameness in which i'll find my own Deja vu all over again...and again....till i find hope in a old simon and garfunkel soundtrack as i drive again through a familiar town here and there..

"’let us be lovers we’ll marry our fortunes together’’
I’ve got some real estate here in my bag’
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and mrs. wagner pies
And we walked off to look for america’
kathy,’ I said as we boarded a greyhound in pittsburgh’
michigan seems like a dream to me now’
It took me four days to hitchhike from saginawI’ve gone to look for america
Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said ’be careful his bowtie is really a camera’’
toss me a cigarette, I think there’s one in my raincoat’’
we smoked the last one an hour ago’So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field’
kathy, I’m lost,’ I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why
Counting the cars on the new jersey turnpike
They’ve all gone to look for america
All gone to look for america
All gone to look for america