ghar - paraya ghar.

Well this is about the dissolved resolution to not blog about whats happening. Guys, so i am no longer a hyderabadi, though i still crave for the shopping of churidhars , travelling in cheap autos ( yes they are ) , the just roaming about the place passing through every place and counting the memories and events which have passed through. Its just one memory galore travelling back there. Well every place has its flavour and it is one place which i hope i would always call home. Thinking on the same lines, when you come to really think about the place , if we were really able to get there one day which i can see is not in immediate future, except for old relatives there are no people settled there too. News of cousins visiting for their short vacations , of some friend who has come on a temporary respite from onsite, the dollar counting family friends who strangely pity us for not able to make it there. ..it turned into one strange place.

But of course of all the oddities about the whole people-psychology there is one person whose face would beam at seeing us. Mom. But again the travelling back forth from home to another 'home' is enough to make me exhausted even thinking about it. Waah re khuda kaise thu ghar ko paraya ghar bana sakta hain yeh tu hi jaane.