the lamp posts kept rushing past her, one after the other..one yellow light like an egg yolk after another. the roads flashed past her. she used to ask her father why the lamp posts on both sides looked parallel to each other but when they neared it, the lamp posts closed in. he had never given an answer, no. she felt too old to ask now.
the city had the same smell since childhood, the wispy air plus the cigarette stench, she took in a lot of the air together, this was her familiar oxygen.
she wanted to hold on to it, like forever. it was becoming a choked feeling, missing so much.
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left delhi for the first time? You'll get used to it!!
ReplyDeleteI'm finally going to be facing delhi winters after 3 yrs! I'm actually scared... :S
no not leaving Del for the first time! but maybe will soon, and prolly permanently..
ReplyDeleteand the winters are harsh, but people find something amazing about it, i hope u do too :)
I always loved them! was just weird to fear it despite being used to it for 20 yrs :)
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