Mirrors might still lie, but shadows don't.
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Delhi fees like a hellish option after the temperate calm of Bhopal.
I'll miss the birds, the insects and other assorted rodents and amphibians that came to inhabit my parents' garden.
I'll miss the cool winds of sunny afternoons and my sunlit room that assumes a sepia tint after light unabashedly filters through forgiving dull gold coloured curtains.
By this time tomorrow I'll be in another time zone, trying to understand what happened in a whirlwind 10 day jaunt.
I leave behind pieces of me each time I visit, and this time I've nothing but sadness to take back.
Last night here, gotta make good of it.
More..soon
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