Happy ....Happy and HAPPIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! That is me after so long. And its all because I'm back home. home as in shillong...my shillong!
It feels as if after ages I'm breathing. And I'm not breathing in smoke. fresh air...oh the feeling!And the water? pure water which does not stink of chlorine. water that actually tastes sweet. who cares about malls and multiplexes? this is pure bliss for "small-town" me.
On my way back I felt quite frightened actually. I was scared that I or the place or both had changed beyond repair. But no...It's still the same beautiful city where everyday white clouds make new fluffy shapes, where chinese food is real, where the winter evening air is full of the sounds of christmas carols,where shopkeepers and cab-drivers alike wish you a happy christmas and most importantly its where i belong.
This place is sacred to me and as it expected i cried on my way back here. But it was simply too much, I was just too happy to see that everything is still how i remembered and dreamed about all these months away.
Maybe people think I am obsessed. But how can i help it? This place is has just the right air,water ,sunlightr(=life) and its just the right "size". I thought I would kill if i heard another "oye yaar" or"hainn?batao?" And now I'm here and its just how its supposed to be. All my months away feel like a seemingly never-ending dream from which i have finally awoken. It just does not feel as if I really had been away anywhere.
even though i know i must leave again and that it will all but slice me up, I am happier now because I know that no matter how long I am away I will always come back and I will always "belong" here. I'll always come back here...where you can see the beds of the crystal streams and where the sky is the most brilliant blue...just like colour of the the sky-blue crayon children colour with. Its when I look at suchthings that i know that if god is an artist, (a messy one too with paint marks on his face, fingers and clothes alike) SHILLONG is one of his favourite canvases.
And for all those nights that i will be away, this i what i will feel for my obsession or my home...whatever YOU please...
mukhtsir si baat hai...tum se pyaar hai. tum pukaar lo,tumhara intezar hai...
5 comments:
ive gotten used to this life in rourkela so much so that in mumbai i got sick cos of the pollution.. no air is only left here :(
have fun sunaina :)
im also starting to dislike cities now.. :(
:)
yes the first time we went back to shillong from delhi, one of my friends screamed "shillong dog!!!" in joy when she saw a stray dog. it happens.
who was that friend now i wonder??hmmm.....
lovely post, makes me want to write one on delhi...yes yes i LOVE this city!
u r lucky kutti
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