I got my first glimpses of Mother Earth from the place that is passionately called 'Chennai' (it was called 'Madras' as long as I was there? !! :P). For someone who had no clue what the rest of the world looked like; Madras just proved time and again that I was among those chosen to live my life in the most beautiful country on Earth, India.
The beaches just blew me away with ease; the roads looked huge and I always questioned my dad why people needed roads that wide when everybody seemed to have their own homes to live in; the temples around the place were delightful; and the only scary place in the entire city was my school where I had to write on a thing that seemed too soft to take a poke so harsh! The things I was made to write were weird to say the least.
So used to the humid ( if not torrid !!?? ) weather in my birthplace, Bangalore was a pleasant surprise! In simple terms, Bangalore just demonstrated another way of looking beautiful. Simple and elegant. Cool and majestic. No one seemed to be in a hurry. Everyone around had enough time to pamper this little kid ( I was 5yrs old when Bangalore saw me first ) with a few nice words. The structures here were breath-taking; my dad's place of work looked like the first among a spree of monumental constructions, all culminating with one gigantic 'Government' office ( Thats the term my dad used for 'Vidhana Soudha') . Again, I had to spend a lot of time in this city's 'my most dreaded place' - School!
Its been 6 years since I spent a long day at my most dreaded place! Bangalore now looks so much more 'Bangalore'ish minus the dreaded place!
"lessons the dreaded places taught me; were lessons for life;
and that I realize only now.. "
The problem was not with the place; it was with my eye rather. I know that for I can't walk back to that place anymore. All the time I was there, I dreaded it; now when I crave for it, I can't get there for obvious reasons. Wondrous the wheel of time!
Miss you school..
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