Had always wondered what it would have been like to bid adieu to a dear one traveling to another corner of the globe miles away...possibly this has been a resurgent theme in art and literature over the ages...all these years I had romanced this idea in nuances unknown to others...but before yesterday, I had no clue how potently painful it can get!
Memoirs come tumbling back...like a fusillade of stolen ideas...you distinctly revisit all those places you've been together..all the steps that you've taken side by side... the quaint stalls in Meena bazaar...the steps at the Jain temple..the road to Nirula's...the corridor outside the library...the sun-kissed lawns of Red Fort...OBH afternoons...the citadel of joy...romancing the magic called Delhi..
And then a pause...reel rewound...and again, a peregrination across time and space...rides on the ED-393..raindrops on eyelashes...Samarkand..dark temptations...the MBU rooftop...to Palm Court and back...5th June night chat on a walkway...jiving to the tunes of Bengaluru...
Perhaps we should have had a similar saga in the City of Joy hadn't it been for my aloofness in the Summer of 2005...God knows how much I'd give to go back to those days and paint it in a different hue...may be sometime in future, we shall have some moments to cherish and talk home about... :)
At the end of the day, however, one doesn't feel dissapointed. There's so much to thank for...from the guitar strums of the Indian Ocean..to Makaibari Cha with my favourite chamar...the subtle humor of C&V...to sharing a passion for crosswords..Science in general and Chemistry in particular...Feynman to Mark Tully...Clayderman to Ravi Shankar...Nalli ka Salan to Dark temptations...for all the photographs that we left unclicked...the letters unwritten...
You know what Pc? May be the journey has just begun...
Memoirs come tumbling back...like a fusillade of stolen ideas...you distinctly revisit all those places you've been together..all the steps that you've taken side by side... the quaint stalls in Meena bazaar...the steps at the Jain temple..the road to Nirula's...the corridor outside the library...the sun-kissed lawns of Red Fort...OBH afternoons...the citadel of joy...romancing the magic called Delhi..
And then a pause...reel rewound...and again, a peregrination across time and space...rides on the ED-393..raindrops on eyelashes...Samarkand..dark temptations...the MBU rooftop...to Palm Court and back...5th June night chat on a walkway...jiving to the tunes of Bengaluru...
Perhaps we should have had a similar saga in the City of Joy hadn't it been for my aloofness in the Summer of 2005...God knows how much I'd give to go back to those days and paint it in a different hue...may be sometime in future, we shall have some moments to cherish and talk home about... :)
At the end of the day, however, one doesn't feel dissapointed. There's so much to thank for...from the guitar strums of the Indian Ocean..to Makaibari Cha with my favourite chamar...the subtle humor of C&V...to sharing a passion for crosswords..Science in general and Chemistry in particular...Feynman to Mark Tully...Clayderman to Ravi Shankar...Nalli ka Salan to Dark temptations...for all the photographs that we left unclicked...the letters unwritten...
You know what Pc? May be the journey has just begun...
