My Holidays

Gone are the days where I used to wait for these 1-2 weeks, counting the days...now its all the same. Hyderabad, Lucknow I dont care either way. I mean its good to finally relax and eat home made food and fight with my brother but these things have lost their importance rather they are no longer special. I have become jaded.
Those trips from Roorkee to Hyderabad were something I tresured. The stop in Delhi where I used to roam around the city for 5 hrs, another name-less person. It was love for the city, love for anonymity, love for all those tiny little things that make the city so charming.
Two day ago, I got down in Delhi airport and had to wait ( in this case run from the arrival to departure terminal like a lost tourist), nostalgia was the last thing in my mind. I was just trying to get into that flight and go to my final destination.
Finally after almost two hours of bus/auto/bike travelling I was home. All I felt was a sense of relief that I dont have to take another flight for another 6 days. Okie I did meet my parents, my brother and found my old room which btw looks different every three months thanks to my mother's change-the-look program. I am still restless as if I have forgotten something important.
Is that how I am supposed to feel? Just another trip, just another week, when will this vicious circle end? I know that things are changing but nothing even remotely exciting happens around here.
Hope the next year brings some of these things :)

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