My mind was wrought with skepticism and contemplations.....It's so very natural for someone leaving for another town to pursue her career. So, here I was in Ahmedabad, coming to a city in Gujarat from 'Oh-the-beautiful-capital' Delhi. They call Ahmedabad The Walled City, throwing me into surreal realms of Jerusalem, but when I entered the city, I didn't see walls but traffic criss-crossing my auto rickshaw from all angles possible. My journey from the railway station wasn't really pleasant, perhaps because the moment we (dad accompanied me) reached Ellisbridge we witnessed a terrible accident. Phew! What a welcome!
But initial experiences cannot be generalized. I love this city, with all its flaws, the traffic jams at Ashram road , fanatic Rath yatras on Ram Navami, the crowded Manik chowk, pirated CD's sold on hand-pulled carts, or the extensive use of the word 'chokas' (meaning definitely)
One may wonder why I loved the city when the grandeur of Delhi should have pulled me back to my so -called human existence! Perhaps, I know why I love the city, it is a secret I'm bound to. There's a magic in the city, which I'm clueless about, which reaffirms my belief in myself. Maybe I cannot delve too much into this magic, for if I do, the mere essence is lost, the flavor is irrecoverable. It should remain unknown, for the unknown Is indeed MAGICAL....
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Very touching!
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