Am i ... am i not....
Had been to home town. This was not the first time, but after a long time. This time it was different becos this time it was the the first time after we letout our home on rent. Went back to meet the tenant. I rang the bell of my own house and waiting for some one to open the door. Used to always open the door with the key I always had. Saw a small kid running up and down my stairs. I was like who the hell... Get lost...
Roaming around the city where I grew up, now without a home to stay definitely was a painful experience, something I had never come across before. Evey turn i would take, every time I drove, felt like going home but was not.
I had never walked so much in this town ever. Felt as if this city had suddenly become so small I can cover the whole city in a day. Every person I met treated me like a guest. With the same set of questions. When did you come, when are you going back. as if they were asking me to go back.
Walking down the lane of my collage, felt very nostalgic. All the places were the same, the faces were different. The hostel was same, the "Koranti" temple I always used to visit had a facelift. The small hotel near the temple was still there. The canteen outside my collage was brought down, along with the "puri water-sambar". The collage had a new gate. The sapana xeros shop was still there from where we used to pick up copies of books just before the exams. The small store which used to sell second hand books was missing. The CBz (cyber cafe) was still as it is... I was greeted with the same nod of head when I asked for a terminal, but the speed was super fast, when compared to our times. The collage guys were All busy with their cell phones, something unknown during our times... But the slangs used were the same.
All the panipuri bhandis with all the chicks of our collage were missing. The video rental store "Shakti" was still there, the movies had changed. All the cyber cafe were replaced with mobile shops.
The road was one way now... but the guys with the rash driving was the same.
I was the same, but 10 years older...with a wife and a son.
Roaming around the city where I grew up, now without a home to stay definitely was a painful experience, something I had never come across before. Evey turn i would take, every time I drove, felt like going home but was not.
I had never walked so much in this town ever. Felt as if this city had suddenly become so small I can cover the whole city in a day. Every person I met treated me like a guest. With the same set of questions. When did you come, when are you going back. as if they were asking me to go back.
Walking down the lane of my collage, felt very nostalgic. All the places were the same, the faces were different. The hostel was same, the "Koranti" temple I always used to visit had a facelift. The small hotel near the temple was still there. The canteen outside my collage was brought down, along with the "puri water-sambar". The collage had a new gate. The sapana xeros shop was still there from where we used to pick up copies of books just before the exams. The small store which used to sell second hand books was missing. The CBz (cyber cafe) was still as it is... I was greeted with the same nod of head when I asked for a terminal, but the speed was super fast, when compared to our times. The collage guys were All busy with their cell phones, something unknown during our times... But the slangs used were the same.
All the panipuri bhandis with all the chicks of our collage were missing. The video rental store "Shakti" was still there, the movies had changed. All the cyber cafe were replaced with mobile shops.
The road was one way now... but the guys with the rash driving was the same.
I was the same, but 10 years older...with a wife and a son.
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