Yes I know. Novelty puts me at unease. And you do not need to tell me that. I am not those ready to ride, chirpy souls. I am not madly nomadic. I am me.
Give me time. And I shall open up to the scent of the new atmosphere. I will love the aromas of your city and I shall miss its sky and its distinct sound.
I have begun to feel love for this place. Pure love that comes with pure faith and intimacy. Without the romance of false hopes and the noise of loud interlocutors. I have moved away from days that saw me searching for familiarity. Days when I compared lanes and markets to those back home in Calcutta. I am awake now. To the grey charms and lazy nothings of these wide frank roads. To the bitter pangs of the May sun, to the chills of November showers, to the fogs of September.
There are rocks awaiting all over. Boulders waiting acknowledgment and glory. The fading silhouettes of royal arches, the curves of wise domes. The smell of grandeur travelling with food, the trails of memory stuck to reckless, dreamy, auto-rides.
I shall miss you. I shall find reasons to be with you all over again.
Nostalgia already at my doorstep. And its not even time yet to bid Adieu!
2 comments:
Love it :)
Thank you Manasa :)
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