i can’t wait to get back home- delhi i mean. the city i grew up in and with. so much has changed over the years. the place has grown monstrously both in size and spirit.the city just seems to swell without any proportion but i love it inspite of everything.
the noise, the clutter, the chaos- that method in madness, the sounds and smells of urban living , the frenzy of hurried life,the cold winters, the dripping rains…i seem to miss it all and now going back to the same sinkhole doesn’t scare me as it ideally should, specially after living for more than a year in a picturesque ,quiet place like muscat. it surprises me at times that places can have such an affect on you.that they never leave you ever-or may be we latch on to them more when we are physically away from them? without getting into the complication of the plus and minuses of being rooted to one’s place of birth and growing up, lets revel in the joy that a proximity of a particular place brings about in one’s hearts ,the rush of memories that deluges the soul with countless smiles and tears and that feeling of belonging that supercedes it all.
i’ll keep coming back with more of my thoughts but would love to hear from you as well.do send me your comments to help me make this a worthwhile experience .
till then
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October 20th, 2008 at 3:47 pm
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