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MY CITIES, MY WOMEN
DELHI-CALCUTTA - I winded in and out of unknown faraway cities
with a damn anxiety this weekend...
I paced out the streets at jog-trot; I plunged into the hovels in
curiosity; I walked pass the pavements as if to discover something sudden,
something unexpected, but something I always awaited with a shameless,
continuous greed, beyond description...
I asked to find the way, I got lost on the way.
As though getting to know a woman recently, as though caress was
cornered by hours, as though it was not to be another time; I rised up and
perched onto the streets with an excitement bedaubed in haste in a riot of
colours...
Then feeling tired, I stopped.
With my heart, tor a faraway city, that I dropped.
Devastated were my cities, destitute and unfortunate, and despirate
of tomorrows.
Yet they were difficuit to recognise with impatient walk abouts, I loved
them still...
A city won't unveil itself at once in any case, will wait to be
discovered, wiil miserly offer abilities, will conceal failure.
Going around a city, thats why won't allow hurries; just like loving a
woman.
Will ask for composed conversations, will ask for receivings the day
together, seeing offs together... Long walks, merry pauses...
Cause, just like a woman's, a city's secret will also be hidden in her
cosies; analysing will ask to spare no pains.
Nevertheless, once you are attached to her fragrance, climate, taste;
she will become the capital of your love...
You get lost in the arms of the night together and vvelcome the
morning together; languid Sundays, strained Mondays...
To see a city by the daybreak, wiil be just like to wake up with a
woman...
Since she will be bare, pure and mere...
And real, if beautiful still...
Falling in love with a city is just like falling in love with a woman; even
if you break up one day, the grief remains enduringiy suspended in your
heart...
You carry along the city that you adore wherever you go; just like you
would bear the women that you love in your heart... Till death...
Getting to know a city can't go into a lifetime sometimes, just like
getting to know a woman... Just like getting to forget...
And the cities you couldn't forget wiil cali you back some day... Just
like women whom you coutdn't cease from...
I kept on loving unknown women with a damn anxiety, my whole
life...
I kept on walking with them as if to discover something sudden,
something unexpected, but something I always awaited with a shameless,
continuous greed, beyond description...
Then I loved one.
And I stayed such.
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My Citi
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