Three years ago, I along with my dad packed my essential belongings and boarded a train traveling from Chennai to New Delhi for the life to move ahead. It was a very tough decision to make. Leaving home, moving to a new city (the cultural difference makes it equivalent to moving to a new country!), speaking a different language, eating different food, getting your health f**ked up and lot more for the sake of education. Though, I have clearly molded myself to suit the new ambiance, I constantly keep missing home or the entire Chennai city. Nope. I am not whining. I would call it ‘attachment’. I would be readily waiting to take a break from Delhi and go back home.
Now that I am back home, it’s strange that I miss New Delhi. The fun that I had. Friends. Looks like I have made a connection with the place.
Home, family, the humid weather, South Indian food, buildings with glass facades smiling at you, marina beach, Kollywood is all soothing and comforting here in Chennai.
The clean and broad roads, street food, metro, green-yellow auto-rickshaws, friends, college is all calling me back to Delhi.
Wonder where I would be after finishing my graduation!
Others who were making a bold decision earlier this week.