And here I am in front of Kashmere gate at 4 am, eagerly waiting for the metro to open, so that I can get rid of the cold, and moreover the cold welcome extended to me by the autowalas who told me that the metro will remain closed view Obama's visit. I call him "bhaiji", an aftereffect of staying in Dehradun for a couple of days and he realize that I am not from Delhi, and then I start talking to him in hindi, with a touch of my mother tongue and he realize that I am a south indian, then he sees my big rucksack, and realize that I am a foolish traveller who just believed his story. Here I am in the capital city united by a language, divided by ... everything else.....
Chanchal said she missed my writing. I miss jana's critics. sometimes I have regrets for not sharing the events of my life since I kept the "e - pen " down. So, here I am, struggling in the cold to type something for my friends... To all those who love journeys, to all those who love to make friends and to all those who love the spirit of sharing... welcome to gurudevexpress once again.
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