I’m crossing my fingers because this year actually represents a beginning for me. I start working from May this year. That means moving out. I figured initially that Delhi would offer me a sort of stability. Thinking over that, the stability I was thinking of was about having a peer group around made up of school friends, knowing the city a bit and the fact that I've spent a part of my life there with no real connection like I have with Bhopal. My own argument is damn laughable. My friends have moved out to live all over India, moved on. If there is some stability, it’s of the sort that settles after making peace with your rivals. I don’t hate Delhi. I just can’t identify it anymore. Delhi, you put me off now. You’ve turned into a city of rich, snobbish women with sexy handbags. Do you see my hypocrisy here? I don’t care because I’ve come to dislike the Metro more than auto rates in Bhopal.
I don't know how many will understand the concept of running away from some place, not because it was bad, but because it has given birth to too many good memories. So much that you feel like avoiding it. I no longer feel like going back to a lot of things. That sure is a cowardly behavior on my part. I am no escapist but I will give forgive myself for a while.
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