if it runs in your blood, how long can you not belong to it. you leave home, parents, customs and rituals. thinking, it's not your way of life. but i guess i am being hit by the pre-pre-mid-age crisis. with each passing day i feel, i don't belong to delhi. why else do i call up home and ask is it raining there? yahan toh baarish hi nahi ho rahi...... aam hua hai? haan? dher sara? why do i keep remembering my childhood spent in patna? i had given up hope on Patna, but after all these years why do i feel that i need my hometown more than my hometown needs me? is confusion re-visiting me after the college years? is it really in my blood or just in my mind?
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main jab jab asansol jata hun, i feel bad. lagta hai kitna ganda sahar hai ye. tarakki hi nahi hua kuchh. jo jahan tha waisa hi hai. jo badlav hua woh mujhe pasand nahi ata hai. i feel to run back to delhi. when i'm here, i feel, udhar barish ho raha hai, garmi kitna hai, book fair shuru ho gay kya?, aj saraswati puja hai, aaj holi, 1/4 of my mind always stay there.
dhobi ka kutta ban ke raha gaya hun. na asansol ka, na delhi ka.
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