Photo & Caption: @geetamalik ..
Born in a small town colony set up, i have seen a society where everybody knew everybody. Every happy or sad news was dealt with together. Kids would play till 11 without any fear. Festivals were celebrated in a grand way where everybody would be a part of both preparation and then enjoying the fruit of their hardwork. We all were like a big family.
But the glamour of a big city can never be traded off with anything.. for it was a city of dreams..My City of Dreams..or at least i thought so. thus, i shifted here to finish my education and alas the life of corporate slavery. Initial few days did pass in aww of the sky scrapers around and the lifestyle was never the same. .
But now as i walk along the rain wet streets, i feel so small to make an impact, The city which never sleeps, has taken over my sleep for days. Living alone in this concrete jungle of high rise buildings, lost amongst the crowd running with no time to stop and smile, i miss a friend to sit and share the happiness of having puchkas on the road side, , miss those festivals which needed a week's preparation, miss my family back home when i m lying down in fever, shivering, looking for a helping neighbour with hope in my eyes,
I miss my small town because the hurdles of life seem easier when you have people to share your happiness with, the people who care. .
My Small Town..where the peace of my mind and happiness of the soul lies..