Dear Lucknow,
I'm back to Delhi. Our luggages have been loaded in the car, we've bid our share of goodbyes to the other people as now we are to part ways. Back there, we had all been together. As we drive back home, I get flashes of the roads. I see Connaught Place and I'm reminded of Hazratganj. I see the wide roads and I'm reminded of the roads of Gomti nagar. This road reminds me of the one that leads to my relatives' house. This one, that one. This, that.
Sigh.
Day before, I was missing home. I remember sitting in a corner of the house for a while, going through pictures. Pictures of my friends and family back home. And, I was homesick.
And, it's right now that I miss Lucknow. I miss the streets; I miss the food; I miss the people; I miss the train journey; I miss the plants there; I miss the balcony view; I miss Lucknow.
In the afternoon, as I stood there at the station, I gave a final look at the view and said, "You'll be missed."
We get attached to people; I got attached to the place. But, after all, the place is made up of it's people. I did capture pictures in the camera. But not everyone will be able to see them. They are stored in my memory. My eyes worked quite well. Ah, what beautiful pictures! I miss the bazaars, the heat, the basket chaat, the late night gossiping sessions, but most importantly, I miss my relatives there. We had become a part of each other in the last four days. The cheerful train journey! Oh we just happen to make friends there too! You're just so beautiful, Lko!
Oh, Lucknow, it's as if I've left a part of me with you. Or, maybe, I've brought along a new part with me here. And, that's you.
I guess I'm too emotional to say more.
Well, tonight when I sleep, I would like to dream about you. Yes.
Miss you.
Love,
Devv
I'm back to Delhi. Our luggages have been loaded in the car, we've bid our share of goodbyes to the other people as now we are to part ways. Back there, we had all been together. As we drive back home, I get flashes of the roads. I see Connaught Place and I'm reminded of Hazratganj. I see the wide roads and I'm reminded of the roads of Gomti nagar. This road reminds me of the one that leads to my relatives' house. This one, that one. This, that.
Sigh.
Day before, I was missing home. I remember sitting in a corner of the house for a while, going through pictures. Pictures of my friends and family back home. And, I was homesick.
And, it's right now that I miss Lucknow. I miss the streets; I miss the food; I miss the people; I miss the train journey; I miss the plants there; I miss the balcony view; I miss Lucknow.
In the afternoon, as I stood there at the station, I gave a final look at the view and said, "You'll be missed."
We get attached to people; I got attached to the place. But, after all, the place is made up of it's people. I did capture pictures in the camera. But not everyone will be able to see them. They are stored in my memory. My eyes worked quite well. Ah, what beautiful pictures! I miss the bazaars, the heat, the basket chaat, the late night gossiping sessions, but most importantly, I miss my relatives there. We had become a part of each other in the last four days. The cheerful train journey! Oh we just happen to make friends there too! You're just so beautiful, Lko!
Oh, Lucknow, it's as if I've left a part of me with you. Or, maybe, I've brought along a new part with me here. And, that's you.
I guess I'm too emotional to say more.
Well, tonight when I sleep, I would like to dream about you. Yes.
Miss you.
Love,
Devv
Fully understand the emotion, having changed cities 5 times in the past decade or so. Hope Delhi is treating you well, despite its image.
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