What is that ineffable feeling which seizes you the moment you are about to bid that eventual adieu to the city?
A silence built upon a million memories: of roads, faces, shires, bus-numbers, loves, parking spaces, accents, libraries, pubs, mistakes, cafes,slangs, weather and even a radio station…..
Any city isn’t just a city.
It’s a story.
You move and the cities move with you.
You carry them around in your head.
Tales of forever.
Wonderful treasures and wistful haunts, companions of distant gazes and evening teas.....
* In the science of addictions it is said that it takes 21 consecutive days to push an 'habit' from conscious to unconscious. Same about de-addiction.Wilful wresting of such wisdom keeps one healthy!
*Am chasing books built around the backdrop of various cities(Ulysses-Dublin,Malgudi days-Mysore..types); Not travellogue(On the Road), or story types (A tale of two cities);
So any Suggestions, Recalls, Recos are welcome!
-A window ajar is a prelude in building to the joy of being limitless! That uneasiness of being familiar somehow, sometime, somewhere.......
Friday, January 28, 2005
Been Here Befores
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