How some people leave a lasting imprint on your life, irrespective of the time they spent with you! How effortlessly they simply touch a moment and it gets imbibed in your very soul...for eternity. One is supposed to wipe away memories if they start to poison the present life but what can be done if its not so easy...if its next to impossible.
A bite of a forgone fruit brings back several memories of my beloved city, Delhi...it brings alive the summers, the sun, the dust, the smell of parched earth...it brings the joy of the first rains, the shared cup of coffee, the long walks on moonlit lonely roads with only fm radio for company.
A picture of purani delhi or india gate or qutab minar brings alive those pangs and I ache to go back to Delhi...I want to saunter on lonely roads, drive on roads leading to forgotten tombs, forts, mosques...feel the whiff of pakodas mixed with the smell of wet earth. Dusk cloaked in mist, airplanes over the highway, some friends to laugh with...some friends to bitch along...a song to sing at the top of my voice.
Unfurl a dupatta over the highest natural point...sit in the gentle waft of alternating hot and cold air, hear the peacock call, watch the parrots fly across the sky coloured by setting sun. Have biryani at tefla, sip the coffee at ganga dhaba...smile to see some memories walking along the road. walk down the length and breadth of the bylanes of JNU...watch longingly at the classrooms i will never be able to enter.
For me Delhi is alive as the best memories of my college days...the most tension free days i ever lived, the most happinesses i could buy in minumum pocket money...the most beautifull journeys that ever happened to me over a bus pass of DTC.
The thousands of times I have chatted with complete strangers, the rarest of times i have spent in a group i absolutely hated...the sidey policemen i came across in sojourns.
And burn and ache and long...
How I miss Delhi!