Dust all over, smoke in my eyes, traffic snarls a reality—I’m back home. Waiting for days to reach my destination--- waiting, hoping, desperate to see once more the sights familiar to my eyes. All those sounds-the hoot of the auto, this hiss of the bus, the horns of the cars and the chugging of the trams---aaahh!!! It brings back such memories—of the times I rode in them-- remembrances flood my mind like an overflowing dam, unable to stop the over whelming flow of thoughts or pictures of the past.
Home yet not home-a place I grew up now seems so distant. The very smell of the city has a flavour of its own---one that was in my very blood but now it seemed reduced. People are the same yet so different!!!! I know that man-he used to sell me cards before, but now he knows me not; the grocer sold me chocolates but now never smiles; the cobbler was a friend then, now he looks right through me. Have I changed that much or has the world changed????
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