In this infinite universe, the finite quantifiable life of a human being is forever conflicted between staying rooted and staying routed. We are running around to resolve this. The macroscopic being looks like a tiny morsel in a landscape. It is wondrous that the same person is a huge entity at the place he has his roots. The alteration in perspective could be due to the varying aspects of looking at a space as a landscape or a house. Treading carefully between both the worlds, our favouritism is tilted towards exploration though it means to portray oneself a tad bit inferior.

One savours, reflects and immerses thyself in the moment of getting lost in the vastness of a scape. This facilitates the eternal journey towards humility and acceptance of the ultimatum. ‘None of us are indispensable’ the universe whispers. Unable to endure the humiliation of being vulnerable and small, the heart drifts back home, pondering over its own existence. An interesting development in the recent past left me thinking ‘Is my home really my home if the confinement suffocates me?’

If the prolongment of this confinement accelerates my longing to wander about aimlessly; What is this blurred territory of home versus escapade?