All my memories gathered round her, Miners lady, stranger to blue waterDark and dusty, painted on the sky, Misty taste of moonshineTeardrops in my eyeCountry roads, take me home,To the place I belong….. John Denver
So finally I’ll be going home this week for Diwali and Chatth Celebrations. Last time it was a short but sweet visit .So loads of plans and memories of the days coming back. I keep reading about the good things happening back home and believe me nothing gives me as much joy as the memories of my day’s in Patna.
Although I left the city last year during the same time but I continue to display Patna in my location details as somehow I can’t see myself detached to the city. Some may think its funny or rather foolish sentimentalism but I really don’t know why I feel so strongly about my roots. I was not the same while I stayed in the city all those years of my life but perhaps the journey to different places has made me realize my emotional connect with the state and city.
The festivities and the regular Dhamal and times spent doing nothing is something which made life back in city so special. For me it’s not the flashing lights or the purple haze which makes life beautiful. It’s about the things you believe in and feel that you must stand for. Sometimes I wonder how important has been the role of my city in shaping my ideas and thoughts as an individual.
It’s hard to find that out but as they always say “You can take a man out of Bihar but can’t take a Bihari out of him”….so here I go , back to the place I belong to.
