What is it about new cities that makes my heart sing? Sitting in an auto-rickshaw next to my best friend's girl, I sent my mind out to find.
The whirlwind and the hum, the fragrance of exotic food that I am yet to taste, the narrow alleys, the wide crowded roads, the endless hawkers, the children's parks...
I love the fact that this city doesn't know me. I stay only long enough to catch a glimpse and begin liking this city.
I am reminded of Cavafy's City. (Read one version here.) What had the poet wanted us to know?
The whirlwind and the hum, the fragrance of exotic food that I am yet to taste, the narrow alleys, the wide crowded roads, the endless hawkers, the children's parks...
I love the fact that this city doesn't know me. I stay only long enough to catch a glimpse and begin liking this city.
I am reminded of Cavafy's City. (Read one version here.) What had the poet wanted us to know?
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