Can't remember London except as a vague dream. The smell of sweat and roasting jeera and the sound of horns blaring are the package called Delhi. London will never know the adrenalin rush of speeding through a yellow light at a busy intersection. And Delhi will never know why in God's name the yellow signal actually exists.
Changing cities is changing lives. And, in Delhi, crossing the road without looking just because there's a zebra crossing is changing life for death.
5 comments:
hahaha..back to reality :-)
which is why I continuously keep reminding myself to get used to the bad things but never get too used to the good things
:o) Bang with being back!
Gosh! I did feel the same thing about Pune's chaotic traffic. So true.
"Can't remember London except as a vague dream." - ye to hona hi tha. enjoy it to the hilt!
Tolkien made an interesting distinction when Frodo came back to the Shire: was the homecoming like waking up from a dream, or was it like falling asleep again?
though i know london isn't your home, i'll be asking you this once you're back...
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