23,APRIL 2011 i see myself sliding through the metro staircases in that stupid blue skirt, wearing a grin on my smug face... happy. i had stars in my eyes and love in my heart, enough to fill this whole world. and the source of it: a certain jackass. we were there, young, alive, sprawling over places in delhi, central market, punjabi bagh, rajiv chauk, cannaught place. i knew freedom for the first time. you were there with us, horribly bored? perhaps. but firmly etched in all of our lives. we went to the gurudwara, travelled in metro as if humare baap ki thi...explored palika bazar with honest curiosity,had an amazing lunch @cuisine king and sharing some moments so precious that everything is carved into my brain with every embarrassing detail 3 YEARS LATER youve vanished into thin air, the stars in my eyes eventually faded, love became an unknown, alien emotion, i hate going anywhere by the metro, freedom started to itch... gurudwaara? i think i never sat foot in one again. not even sure i believe in god anymore. that restaurant? they never open it anymore. the details and the memories are still intact but the characters have scattered far..far away.
Posted on: Wed, 23 Apr 2014 13:39:44 +0000
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