The walk from the college to the PG, the coffee shops we hear about, the bakery, the Kamala Nagar shopping area where the kids go every other day to eat or buy stuff, the paani Puri bhaiyya, the chai and sutta joint.
Hearing about these places was one thing, seeing them another. The heart tugs. Gets protective. But one must allow them to fly, to strengthen their wings. And I fall back again and listen to the many stories and the excitement around it.
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