the day after slumber

it's almost been two years since i wrote that last post, and everytime i looked at this space, and read all that i had written, i thought i never would or could write again......and when some friends asked me why i never wrote again, i said i didnt know, there was nothing to write about, life was just one day piled on another, nothing interesting....not that life got any better now, but here i am, keying in, and well, the words seem to be coming, though reluctantly....for they have been quiet for a long time now.... maybe i will write oftner now.... i read about how blogging is losing its charm for an FB-toxicated world...but what do i care for this world anyway..... so i got my blog this new look, and am sitting here, keying in dear words with love...... i like the new template, and when i log in now, it's like coming into a newly shifted house, a new city.... it's new and nice, like how new cities are at first, also in the end, when you have to say your goodbyes.... i began writing this blog in delhi, i hated living there, but now i do miss the walks around delhi's melancholy streets..... chennai is nice, i dont hate living here, but there are days when i wish there was more space to walk around, there was a purana qila or a lodhi garden that transports you to another era...a quiet escapede..... also i long for delhi's bustling markets, shopping, my walks around CP and janpath...... my solitary evenings on the hostel terrace, sipping green tea, listening to music from the nearby gurudwara, watching the sunset, and sometimes pleasant conversations with a fellow hosteller.... guess we never leave any city completely, when you finally pack your bags, load your cartons with memories and books and coffee mugs, and with all the fretting, the bills to settle, the documents to fill in, however hard you try you forget something, you leave some things behind, a novel, a favourite top, a faded jeans, a piece of your heart...... and when you unpack in a new city, you unearth stuff you imagined you had lost, like love for the city that took you in anyway.....and then you go on living, and on evenings such as these, the memories just come back, and then there is nothing left to do than write......