People always dream and desire to be somewhere, at some phase of their life. I too cherished a dream of being in the City of Annas some 7-8 months back. And so well it was carved in my dreams, that it actually came true. A sudden gush of independence in my life made me what I'm now. That is, carefree and no nonsense guy from the sentimental and selfless idiot, which I was back then. In short, I was chutiya, and now, I'm mahachutiya. And I'm much relieved and moreover, delighted to meet my new self. The city has so much effect on the way I think and the way I visualize things now. Well, it may have given me only dosas and rice to eat but it has also given me the way to live, the way to face situations more tactically, a direction to my life, actually, an identity. And I'm very much thankful to the beautiful city for my character, in fact, life betterment. On the friendship front, it has given me some preternatural, lifelong friends. Now, I'm here. Back at home. Though there is no place as soothing as home, I still miss the City of My Dreams, Hyderabad, its independence, my freefall. I've cut my hair short after coming here. In our culture, we cut our hair when we lose someone. I lost my independence. Concluding this with something very profound and poetic.
I met so many people back there in Hyderabad, including me.
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