Always on the Move

There are dust-bunnies collecting in this hotel room. And there’s laundry collecting in my bag. It has been packed, strapped and ready to go for longer than I can wear the same shirt without washing it.

This is NOT a John Denver song

“We are moving to the site.”

When?

“Tomorrow.”

It’s been this way for... weeks, is it? Something or the other always comes up. Today it was Batman. We were supposed to proceed to the dunes the minute he got here. We waited for him all day. The team caught a few rare winks on the shift.

In the evening, we ambled out a few minutes too late to catch the Dussehra celebrations at the stadium. So Stage and I had breakfast instead.

It was seven by the time Batman made an entrance.

Our 10x10 room hosted a rapid-fire exchange of updates between 10 people. Bus tickets are on sale, but now the air-fares are falling. Swiss Tents are selling fast. They’ll need to build a bigger village. Do they spring for a headliner or do they put that budget also into production? If the Caravan buses take longer halts, should the carpool convoy be forced to do the same?

Dinner and back. The conversation trickles down only by 2 am.

“I’ve slept very little in the last three days,” says Batman.

So what’s the plan for tomorrow?

We are moving to the site.

When?

7 am.