how does it feel when u grow up in a small town and work in a big one.....
A place where the chai thela wala and the doodh wala and the local grocery store wala and everyone knows u and who is ur dad and what u do....
and then a place where the supermarket guys asks u the address every saturday for a home delivery and looks at u like u were a first timer in the shop....
A place where ur neighbours know u so well that they tend to care for u ...
and then a place where no one knows who lives next door....
A place where if something happens ur cycle even unknown ppl come to ur aid saying "u r Mr. Panda's daughter rite, will let ur dad know dont worry u go home ur cycle wil be taken care of".....
and then a place where in your apartments' parking lot u feel like there is a competition of whos first...
A place where you feel like having a friendly chat with your copassenger...
and then a place where you suspect your copassenger of being a terrorist and fear giving a smile even...
A place where everyone notices what u eat and what u wear....
and then a place where u take poison on a busy street no will say u a thing even....
A place where u find every middle aged man is somehow your dad's frn and every boy ur age is your brother's frn every lady your mom's age surprisingly knows ur mom ...
and then a place where noone talks of the thing called society....
A place where anyone can complain your dad if u go a lil above the avg limit allowed for ur 2 wheeler...
and then a place where no one gives a importance if you dont have the speed in your pace...
A place where money just cant do everything...
and then a place where without money u just cant do anything...
2 comments:
bang on!!! .. this is the till date one of your super blog ....the lines used are somewhat mind-blowing in the sense that they make me nostalgic .. carry on gal ..
thanks mohanty for the appreciation and encouragemnt.. feels good when it comes from fellow bloggers like u
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