Talking about winter, we have had the most lovely sunshine lately. Reminds me of the hazy, lazy winter afternoons in Delhi in a friend's backyard on a charpai, knitting, chatting, discussing political theory and consuming mind-boggling quantities of oranges. I do believe those are some of the most beautiful memories in my mind's warehouse.
Too many times now I have exclaimed to those around how familiar this weather is to Dilli ki sardi. It is obvious that I miss Delhi, but I am unsure exactly what it is that I miss - the people, the friends, the family, the familiar air, the ability to merge in the crowd unnoticed, or just the fact that it is home.
2 comments:
sigh , you're getting me all nostalgic too! haven't experienced the dilli ki sardi in long while, or anything like it, don't know when i will now!
Its hard to say what you miss, its home, in a way no other place ever can be. Maybe because we never will be young again!
Well... something is there that one misses, especially at times like these when Diwali is just around the corner and you wonder, 'why am I not home?'
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