A stranger in every land

A friend used to have a blog called Stranger in a Strange Land (or was it a one-off post...can't seem to remember).

Of late, that phrase keeps jumping in and out of my cranium a lot. Yeah, that measly little cavity (that in India would be called chullu-bhar).

In my own land I am just another stranger. Irrelevant, insignificant and part-of-the-wall. Elsewhere, I am still a stranger.

And, yes, despite what we would all like to believe - color does matter. Here, elsewhere and everywhere.

" Hush little baby! Don't say a word 
And never mind that noise you heard 
It's just the beast under your bed 
In your closet, in your head... "