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BACK TO MY LIFE...

Sounds of quarrelling squirrels, chirruping house sparrows and warm rays of the morning sun whispered into my ears, "Hey wake up, it's a new day at a new place."

While struggling to set myself in tune with Delhi, I have almost stopped expecting this type of natural greetings. It's a bonus for us with the new house we have rented.


The new environment forced me to flashback into the times when twittering of house sparrow; magpie robin, bulbul and the signature tune of All India Radio (everyday sharp at 5:55 in the morning) were synonyms to our mornings.

It was mandatory for us to leave bed with these. So they were integral to our day-breaks,
sometimes to the point of exasperation. I wished I could set aside those obligations. Integration poses binding. Compulsion at times brings bitterness...

Now only after they are back into my life I realized how much I missed them, right from the time I left home.


I'll have to rewrite many notions I have shaped about this city. They say,"Mirror never lies"...

Comments

Mindinside said…
Good Morning,
Welcome back home
jac said…
True, the 'mirror never lies'
Rita said…
You just took me back to my childhood! :D

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