BACK TO MY LIFE...

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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

jac said…
True, the 'mirror never lies'
6:43 PM
Rita said…
You just took me back to my childhood! :D
1:06 PM
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