While waiting for the boarding announcement the things that run through my head aren't about what I'm going to do once I'm there. It's not about the people I'll meet. It's not about my college days. Although these are the things I expect myself to think about.
What do I think about?
Getting up at 5 in the morning and waking everyone else up for the 6 AM cricket match. Getting back home by 11 and then playing a game of Business with my oldest friend. Then a lunch break before we get back to the field.
Those summers just don't come back. The Delhi I left is not the one I keep coming back to. Perhaps I left 'home' long before I went to Bombay.
Not that I don't enjoy visiting this 'new place' and ALWAYS consider staying back forever. I still love going to Khan and drinking up with my favorite friends and will always do :)
dude....u neva used 2 get up by 5...u had 2 b kicked out of bed..alwz...n u knw dat..:))
ReplyDeleteu r ryt ..dose summers just dont get back...but seeing you back in delhi always makes it look the 'home' we grew up in..
Rahul
abey chal na I used to wake everyone up!! :D
ReplyDeletemoments gone by make memories. and what makes memories so special is that they can never be replicated right?
ReplyDeleteloved the warm fuzziness of ur post!
And memories can be owned forever.
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it :)
yes there is a reason we have made those our memories, it is because they cant be repeated even if we keep makin attempts at the same :)
ReplyDeleteI wish they could be..
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