I have a history of ending up at places I never thought I would; places that were not my first or second choice.
Back in 2007, I landed in Bhopal to join engineering college. In June 2011, I went to Hyderabad to work. Bangalore was my preferred destination both times. But life had something else planned for me.
In the beginning, I had my apprehensions about the places I was going to. I worried if I would hate the place, if I would be able to fit in with the crowd there. But somewhere along the way, I fell in love with the cities that were my second home. They were far from perfect but as it went, each had it's charm, each had something to offer me. If Bhopal had it's lakes, Hyderabad had it's biryani.
But what's common to both cities are the friendships I made and the sense of belonging I felt. Moments of magic were shared. Memories were made. And as I sit at home writing this, I can't help but feel a yearning to go back to these places.
My next stop happens to be Kolkata and this time around, the apprehension is huge. Huger than before. See, I first went to Kolkata when I was 3 years old, got sick and had a terrible time. I have hated the city ever since. The taxis, the crowd, the smell. Everything.
I try not to think too much and tell myself I am okay with it, but when I get paranoid, I start wishing I had gone to Pune! The only comforting thing about staying in Kolkata is that I won't have to spend 20k or take connecting flights to travel to my hometown. That's a big thing. But other than that, God save me!
Back in 2007, I landed in Bhopal to join engineering college. In June 2011, I went to Hyderabad to work. Bangalore was my preferred destination both times. But life had something else planned for me.
In the beginning, I had my apprehensions about the places I was going to. I worried if I would hate the place, if I would be able to fit in with the crowd there. But somewhere along the way, I fell in love with the cities that were my second home. They were far from perfect but as it went, each had it's charm, each had something to offer me. If Bhopal had it's lakes, Hyderabad had it's biryani.
But what's common to both cities are the friendships I made and the sense of belonging I felt. Moments of magic were shared. Memories were made. And as I sit at home writing this, I can't help but feel a yearning to go back to these places.
My next stop happens to be Kolkata and this time around, the apprehension is huge. Huger than before. See, I first went to Kolkata when I was 3 years old, got sick and had a terrible time. I have hated the city ever since. The taxis, the crowd, the smell. Everything.
I try not to think too much and tell myself I am okay with it, but when I get paranoid, I start wishing I had gone to Pune! The only comforting thing about staying in Kolkata is that I won't have to spend 20k or take connecting flights to travel to my hometown. That's a big thing. But other than that, God save me!
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