I’m glad that I’m finally in Hyderabad, good old Hyderabad. This place brings back lots of memories, (obviously for a person like me, who has lived here until the past 6 months) and the people associated with them.
It is not like one of those weekend trips where I’m rushing for trains or buses half the time. So I’ve made a note about the people to catch up with and things to do. I see there are lots of people to catch up with and staying for one month gives me all the time, I thought. Now, it has been almost 2 weeks and not even half the list is ticked off.
I still remember the first day I was coming to office, like a kid returning after summer vacation, looking forward to a new class, books, friends etc. But for me, though the excitement was same I was meeting same friends and same place. On the way, I was happy that I could read the hoardings without struggling. Yes, it was all in Telugu, a language I can associate with. But then the harsh words of the people around me, made me sad. It surprised me, how in a minute I could feel so close yet want to be alienated from a language. And strangely I missed the Kannada FM!
Catching up with old friends, taking a trip down the memory lane, reliving those golden days, wishing this was forever! You are never bored of these people. Meeting them over and over only enriches my trip.
I see the roads, buses, people and everything around me are so familiar. It is home-coming for me! I’m nostalgic about everything around me and it gets better with every passing moment. I’m relishing every second being spent here.
P.S: Dedicated to all my friends here in Hyd!!
