Karmabhoomi

I went to UWE today for my supervisor's send-off. It didn't feel nostalgic, it just felt weird. I couldn't wait to get out of the PhD room--the space that has been the closest thing to home for me in Bristol. It was my refuge during the long winter of 2020-21 and I have spent many a pleasant and unpleasant hour pacing its length while praying for intellectual breakthroughs. But, my karmabhoomi lies elsewhere, that chapter of my life is closed. No wonder I didn't make a fuss when I was told to clear out my desk.