Being from an average small town (so they would say) nestled in the heart of the Himalayas, I knew moving out of Shimla was inevitable. We kids back home were (and still are) more or less brainwashed into believing that our beautiful little town is inadequate for a good life, which is somewhat true or false, depending on your definition of a good life. My town is most likely to disappoint the go-getters and the dreamers, the high-flyers, the hustlers, the eager-beavers. It has nothing much to offer in terms of a lush-plush life.
My brother says and I agree that I’m one of those lucky few who’ve had (and will always have) the privilege of enjoying the best of both worlds. But these six years of being pushed and shoved in different cities have taken a toll on this little country-mouse and I just want to go back to the mountains for now, back to a simple life under sunny, blue skies. The charm of the city lights has faded all too quickly or maybe I was never cut out for it in the first place (Or my parents didn’t brainwash me right or just enough). Be that as it may, I’m so glad I’m finally going back home and I wish I could stay for good but sadly my dredged life requires me to slog in the city at some point or the other (survival).
I guess once I’m back home I won’t miss much but I’m most certainly going to miss :
- Living alone and feeling all butch about it.
- Late night food delivery and cheap Chinese take out.
- Wearing inappropriate clothes.
I won’t be writing till I’m there. (I reach Tuesday) Frankly the excitement kills all sense of expression. Happy weekend all! See you on the other side.
All pictures (minus the one of the city buildings) were clicked at our home-stay property in Shimla that my father and my brother built together with a whole lot of love and a whole lot of tiffs and this is, quite obviously, our favourite place on Earth.)