After many years, I was back in Delhi for an extended period of time.
I walked down the roads of my colony, and there were memories everywhere.
The crack in the road where I fell off my bike and busted my knee... everybody told me what a brave boy I was for not crying... by the time my dad got there, I had a proud grin and sneakers full of blood.
The stairs were I spent half the night as a 7 year old, standing between two puppies and a wolf.
The night I saw Flight of the Navigator, and looked up at the stars in awe.
The road where I would walk my German Shepherd on a foggy winter morning, in my shorts.
The house where my sister's best friend used to live... and her sister who tried to kiss me.
The park were I walked in the rain after having my heart broken.
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2 comments:
What do we have here...?
Rohan caught off guard...
Sweet and spicy - your memories have both flavours...
It is indeed a rare blog...
:)
If by rare you mean rarely updated, then yes!
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