Every thought is like dough; you have only to knead it well; you can make anything you like out of it — Ivan Turgenev 8th February, was a special day for me, a very pleasant day indeed. After a long time, 3 years to be exact, I am going to meet my friend. The news itself made me frenzy but in a good way. For a guy like me, who had been re-planted to a city which is more than 3000 kms far from home , is as auspicious as Deepawali or Holi would be the day when my friend visits me. Long distance, different language , change in tradition & culture, all this had exhausted me. The news of my friend's visit fell on my ears like vibrant " Qawwali" music. I could feel an upsurge of emotion, blood gushing through my veins. Bottled memories has been opened & the genie is out. I was about to meet him at the Patel Chawk metro station, which is roughly 15 minutes away from where I res...
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