The Old Girl in the New City

9 years!!! It has been 9 years since I started living in this small city. It may not be that 'happening' a world like the metros; but you get everything thats typical of a 'city' here.

All these years life has gone through different turns, call it good or bad, for me they are all impressions(lets give it an adjective) fading impressions. I have always run along with the pace of the city. Get up, catch the bus, wander around, go to classes, come back 'before its dark'.in between, there has been remarkable moments, yet haven't been that moved as I had last monday.Its so subtle that its very common for many people. But its something clear and colourful an impression for me.

After the long discussion with my project guide, Iwalked through the pavements of the city. It was that time of the day when people rush to their nests. but I was not. I was walking slowly watching the cars at the traffic. on the other side i saw young boys playing football in the stadium. Many buses to my place passed, but ?I was enjoying the sweet breeze that tickled my curls. Was that a feeling of independence? or being myself? I dont Know. but that is the state of mind i want thats the life i want to lead.

I was curious to catch this picture of the city. It remains in me as a brand new place. The glimpses were so new so pure like those to a person who has never been these roads. Those were the roads I often walk through, but now they have a different meaning. I remember once Anuroop mentioned that there is enough and more places to see in this city before moving to the " better" ones. I would say, there is much more in those places which we often visit, yet dont 'see'.

that monday has changed the self in me, or the perception. now this is a new city for this old girl!!!