02/19/2007
Dilli Meri Jaan
As I pack my bags to leave Delhi a million thoughts run through my head. There is the thought of missing my family and friends and everything else that I have taken for granted in my life. There is some three decades of memories all inside my head, mostly good and some bad. In all these thoughts runs the common thread of Delhi. Delhi is where I was born, this is where I lived all my life and although I am going away I refuse to bid adieu. I know that while I am going away I will carry Delhi with me in my heart wherever in the world I go. I don’t know if I will ever come back to live in Delhi, but I do know that Delhi will be with me wherever I live.
It is difficult for me to describe my relationship with this city. This city constantly engages me at multiple levels. She has meant different things to me at different times in my life. She has taught me so much that it will take me a lifetime to comprehend everything and yet I feel there is so much more to learn. As I drive through the familiar streets and neighbourhoods I think of all my experiences here and its all too overwhelming. For once I am at a loss of words. I think if I were given a choice to be reborn in Delhi I would happily take it although maybe I would like to go back a few centuries in history.
I don’t even know what in Delhi I will miss the most. I will miss the people, I will miss the weather, I will miss the politics, I will miss its history, I will miss discovering new kebab joints, I will miss the wide green spaces, I will miss coming back to Delhi after my short sojourns, I will miss the hot nights and alcohol fuelled conversations of trying to change the country. This list can go on and on.
Sigh!
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