Good or bad..chosen or imposed..deliberate or sudden..CHANGE is always difficult.
With a acceptance of this not so warm reality i packed my bags from a place that has been 'home' for almost 1 nd half years.
The attachment you have to a place or person is never proportional to the time spent with them,so the figures i mention here are just to emphasize on the irony of the whole situation.
so...from the temporary home of 1 nd half years i return to my HOME of 20 yrs!.Dilli!!
now ever since i have steeped out of delhi...everywhere i go i keep mentioning.. "dilli jaisa koi sheher nahi hai " nd now that i am back...kaisa sheher hai... main khud bhool gayi hun...
kai baar kisi insaan ya kisi jagah se itna pyaar hojata hai ki chahe unmein haazar khamiyan kyun na ho...aap har jagah wohi khaami dhoondne lagte ho...and hence those places and people hold a irreplacable place in your heart.
I wake up at 10am in the morning (which was my nap time while i was employed :p) and just stare at the black screen of my television for 10mins..after which i realize that we do have a facility to turn it on...although it dosent make much of a difference but its good to have some sound...(id rather call it noise) in an EMPTY house so as to WAKE you up.Like a zombie I wander .around in the house still getting use to the placement of the furniture .Finally i settle down with my breakfast prepared ,by 12pm and try to choose the best background noise that would go with my breakfast from the available options.Oh god ..it was such a tiring job to cook on my own..i think i need a nap and there goes another hour.
With food and sleep being my major tasks of the day...i reach the evevning somehow.And yes...how do i forget fb...i have to give a count of the no. of breaths i took on fb...otherwise hundreds of people might die!!
To grab a li'l frsh air..i stepped out...to take a walk..I have walked on this road a hundred times but it seems it a li'l different this evening..i think its just how you look at it.The idea that i mught be walkin on these streets aimless for quite a long time was taking away the joy of fresh air that i was lookin for.
The people..the streets..the shops..the weather...everything is different here...obviously!its a different city,what else do you expect.
But the radio has so many more stations here,we have a 'golgappe wala' at every corner and the rickshawala dosent give u a killer look if call him 'bhaiya'....so its all good.
finally...the day ends with a delicious home cooked dinner with mom and dad...and a disgusting marathi serial on TV which i couldn't care less about...but mom dad made sure that i knew the whole story so i dont feel left out :)
and here iam blabbering to myself ..
DAY1 @Delhi ends....
With a acceptance of this not so warm reality i packed my bags from a place that has been 'home' for almost 1 nd half years.
The attachment you have to a place or person is never proportional to the time spent with them,so the figures i mention here are just to emphasize on the irony of the whole situation.
so...from the temporary home of 1 nd half years i return to my HOME of 20 yrs!.Dilli!!
now ever since i have steeped out of delhi...everywhere i go i keep mentioning.. "dilli jaisa koi sheher nahi hai " nd now that i am back...kaisa sheher hai... main khud bhool gayi hun...
kai baar kisi insaan ya kisi jagah se itna pyaar hojata hai ki chahe unmein haazar khamiyan kyun na ho...aap har jagah wohi khaami dhoondne lagte ho...and hence those places and people hold a irreplacable place in your heart.
I wake up at 10am in the morning (which was my nap time while i was employed :p) and just stare at the black screen of my television for 10mins..after which i realize that we do have a facility to turn it on...although it dosent make much of a difference but its good to have some sound...(id rather call it noise) in an EMPTY house so as to WAKE you up.Like a zombie I wander .around in the house still getting use to the placement of the furniture .Finally i settle down with my breakfast prepared ,by 12pm and try to choose the best background noise that would go with my breakfast from the available options.Oh god ..it was such a tiring job to cook on my own..i think i need a nap and there goes another hour.
With food and sleep being my major tasks of the day...i reach the evevning somehow.And yes...how do i forget fb...i have to give a count of the no. of breaths i took on fb...otherwise hundreds of people might die!!
To grab a li'l frsh air..i stepped out...to take a walk..I have walked on this road a hundred times but it seems it a li'l different this evening..i think its just how you look at it.The idea that i mught be walkin on these streets aimless for quite a long time was taking away the joy of fresh air that i was lookin for.
The people..the streets..the shops..the weather...everything is different here...obviously!its a different city,what else do you expect.
But the radio has so many more stations here,we have a 'golgappe wala' at every corner and the rickshawala dosent give u a killer look if call him 'bhaiya'....so its all good.
finally...the day ends with a delicious home cooked dinner with mom and dad...and a disgusting marathi serial on TV which i couldn't care less about...but mom dad made sure that i knew the whole story so i dont feel left out :)
and here iam blabbering to myself ..
DAY1 @Delhi ends....
