As a newbie to the great city last year, I had no clue as to what was coming. All I had was a nervous heart and a bag full of dreams. I had not felt so light since my days in Bahrain. The city lifted me to a new dimension, created new hopes and I got days that I would never forget. Work was crazy but who cared. As long as the paychecks were fat and on time, nothing mattered. There were days when I used to catch the late evening bus, sit by the window with the wind on my face and wonder what more I could ask for in life. I loved everything around me (except work) and I loved the people who cared for me. My friends were great especially my roomie. If not for them, nothing would have gotten so perfect like the way it was. We would enter our room everyday with huge shopping bags and later at night laugh out on our stupidity and gossip out like crazy. Other than for the occasional bouts of homesickness, we were living life to the full, sharing every moment with laughs, tears, late night food poisoning, rat hunts and everything possible.
Three months went off like a flash. And then again I was off to another new city. Just that this time I didn’t feel so ecstatic. The place was familiar and so were the people. But yet there was something odd that I realize now. The people I met were so fresh and extremely cordial. I hadn’t come across such people for ages. I had stopped thinking that such people existed anymore. Every morning they all had a great eye-blinding smile to offer, great attitude and every ready to be at your service. It was as if the world was again a better place to live in. I loved taking long walks sometimes alone and sometimes with friends among the busy streets. The city was as good as the previous one in its vibrancy. There was an added advantage; I stayed right opposite to the big political HQ. The live violence, protests and strict policing wasn’t a very pretty sight but this was reality. The people who we usually see on our television were regulars on the streets. One thing that troubled me every weekend were the bus rides that I had to take back home. Nothing better than this would give you a stiff neck and a creaking back for a whole day.
Months again flew by and one fine day I was back to the place I always wanted to be in. You always know what you want the most. And to be here was mine. The feeling to be about ten years younger and carefree is awesome. I belonged there and to me, this was the best place in the whole world. The camera kept clicking in my hands every second. I didn’t want to miss anything. Life was perfect for the third time in a year at a different place and yet again I was left thinking what more I could ask for.
And again I after a few weeks I was back to the city where everything started out. The feeling to be back was great and to be with the people who meant so much to me was the cherry topping in my life.
And I am back after my nomadic days, looking out for another chance to crave out perfection in my life. Every place I visited has brought out a new shine inside me. Everything that has happened at each place was a path that led me to the new one. Life straightens out on its own as it is destined to be.
A new year has come and I hope someone who knows me would truly tell that I have become a little mature and a little of a better person. Don’t get me wrong. I am not asking for compliments. Critics are invited. More than that, I hope I have brought only smiles to everyone I have come across. So people go have a great year!
