a travel journal entry and a note on absurd geography lessons

Indira point was engulfed by the ocean- 

A part of me had been washed away by time- 

It was my favorite Limit- 

Kashmir and Umngot/Dawki didn't feel the same-

The geography lessons of high school were wildly unreasonable after all-

Nobody asks me what the southwest monsoon winds are- 

Nobody wants to know what an R.F scale is-

l don't think about these questions either.

 Questions that matter-

why does a hillstation plead me to stay on the last day of my vacation-why does air feel so heavy when you miss someone- I want to know the weight of the ground that holds the bodies of my lost brethren- how do I measure the numberless distance-

 where do I find the answers to the geography of my being?