It’s a funny feeling—the one when you’re revisiting a place that was once where you called ‘home.’ Approaching the intersections and the roads you used to walk on can suddenly bring on an array of emotions—sadness, happiness, anger. Why the resentment? Because now you’re that much older looking back at a time that, although full of its own choices and dilemmas, seemed so much simpler than the days that now lie ahead. I started my first job at a software firm, whose offices are in the heart of Hyderabad, one being couple of blocks from my old apartment. I only lived in this apartment for a year, and at the time, it didn’t hold all that much sentimental meaning. But, walking down those streets four years later hit me hard. I looked around me, begging to see some familiarity, which thankfully, was there. But although some of the businesses were still up and running, others changed hands or closed down. Typical of a big city like Hyderabad. But, change is hard to accept —even if it’s for the better. It’s almost like I was hoping that the neighbourhood would freeze in time, where nothing would age and where the streets would still remember my footprints, my touch.
I guess I can only hope that those footprints, although buried four years deep, are still making their mark.
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