Travelling Riverside Blues

So, that's it. Another bittersweet farewell to the city I love. Another fond goodbye to the streets and the people that sustain me...my lifeline. It seems strange that I've spent three weeks here. It seems only yesterday that My plane touched down jarringly and my ears got blocked...my father and sister coming to the airport to pick me up. Days spent...just spent...flying by me, falling through my hands and becoming memory...dunno when I'll be back again. This time I returned after about 13 months of work and sleep, sleep and work. Its difficult when your primar relationship with a city is work. It defines both you and the city. I have a support system there, but it takes time for them to grow, to deepen into something more meaningful.
Cal's changed a lot in the past year...flyovers, highrises, malls (eek!)...but hasn't changed that much either. Spent days just walking around all the old haunts in South Cal- JU, Jodhpur Park, Lake Gardens, Gariahat, Dover Lane, the lakes, Park Street, Oly pub...couldn't visit everywhere and have all the conversations with people that I wanted to, but then, what did I expect? So here's to Cal, the city by the river...
And now Delhi...my house in CR Park, the cats and the rest. Khan Market bookshops and Lodhi Gardens at dusk and Humayun's Tomb in the winter. Friends of various shapes and sizes...hah!
Oh well, here I go. Watch me fly.
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There are places I remember, all my life
Though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone, and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Though I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life, I loved them all.