Airports and Citizenships.

Ever since I was a child, the airline status ticker at the airport fascinated me as the world converged on a tracker although only much later did I realise that on an Indian Passport I would need a visa to most countries including the country I grew up in, and emotional citizenships relegated to sovereign worth and Foucaudian Biopolitics.

As a second generation permanent gulf middle class migrant transience is reality, we belong to the places we belong to, inspite of the color of the travel document.

The salvation is the Shwarma at Istanboly at Al Khuwair, Muscat and the Dumpling Noodle at the Kopitiam In Clementi Block 708A.

My soul travels to these places when I sleep.


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