Homeward bound.

"City love, you’re my edge of the jungle. You’re my lonesome boat tied to a ghat, to be set free. You’re my mystic baul gaan, my sex on the beach, my lover of the harrowed street corner. My hub of pseudo intellectuals and aantels at the Academy, my prem on Maidan. My gun begotten suicide, my kiss in public, my Romeo beneath the cinema hall. My secret holding of hands by the Lake. My hope in a rainy evening, my crush on the bustand, my familiar face in maddening city crowd.

Love, love, love.

For you, my love like diamond shines.

City love, I’d be back this December. I am now wandering the streets of this choot of a city. Not quite lost , yet groping still, for something to hold, for something to grip and catch my breath; you know, they run too fast here. My abominating sense and patience are like ancient hands of a sun dial.

Outdated. Defective.

But you, city love, you, forever will be mine to come back to. To love, and hate. And be loved.

This is where I began.

This is where I end."