Sunday, September 19, 2010

The city of Joy

so on the 16th of july i realise that my life has been nothing but a series of plans that have and have not worked...the latter being the more relevant one so i decided that i was going to pack my bags and leave-go anywhere-go do something that i had never done before. not make any plans but just follow what my heart was telling me to do and my head was objecting to.
so i book tickets to one of the places that i have always wanted to visit my entire life and i find that there are 2 tickets left...just my luck! :) so ya...i go. with one bag, eyes full of dreams and nothing but love in my heart- i go to the city of joy!
a train ride through the north of India and i am ecstatic. its unbelievable how similar it looks to the south. when i was growing up people always said that the north was a barren land- and rajasthan was the example but what they forgot to mention was that punjab was also a part of that very same north of India.
it was awesome looking out of that window and knowing that this was the first of many such trips to come and the idea sent a jolt down my spine- i was growing up. i was travellign alone.to a new place. and it felt good.
The city of joy opened its heart out to me with a splash and a nice one too! but as i crossed the howrah bridge the feeling of being there was mesmerising. it felt like home. and i had never been there before. the smell of the roads filled with food stalls all over and the mouth-watering sweet shops- i lose words when i have to write about them. my highlight about the place was something the people there call-"puchka"! i love it. the way it crackles in my mouth when it bursts. the spicy water that goes down your throat- refreshing.
walks on the street there, long awaited meetings with friends, and just randomly sitting around talking. there was nothing more i could have asked for from this trip.
when i left to come back to where i supposedly belong atleast for the next few months it was heartbreaking... and as i got on that train and travelled back the same way i had gone there it felt like i had left a piece of me there and i knew then...i knew...

that i would have to go back there someday to reclaim what was mine. to reclaim what i had willingly given to "the city of joy".
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