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Hum chale phir us mod, us gali...

Going home after a year.

Before that i will be spending some time at JNU with few of my friends and seniors.

I m excited about so many things. Traveling (i love all comfortable modes of transport). Meeting old friends after 2 years. Meeting family.

Somehow i m getting this feeling that it's not meeting people which i m excited about. I m more eager to be at the place where i stayed 4 years back. Woh tedhe medhe raaste, woh pathreeli pagdandi, woh dhaaba, woh seedhiyan, aur woh mera kamra, chhota magar pyaara sa...

Nostalgia.

Why m i thinking about those inanimate things? May be i expect that they would not have changed as much as i have changed in all these years.

People change.

But do places also change (in absence of any physical re-construction)?

Will i get the same emotions when i reach there? Less likely, but let me see.

I hope this short vacation does any good to me. I hope i come back with a few good memories.

Comments

Nepali Akash said…
"People change."

Thats for sure brother!!!
Nepali Akash said…
And how about coming to Pokhara.
Not coming here, aint worth living either aye !!!

wink wink

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