I am nearing the day I will have to head back to the dust and grime, the sweat and mess, the noise and race. Often I have had people come up to me and ask how come I was undeterred by the terrible summer heat, the monsoon humidity or the chill that strikes the winter's bone? I really don't have a definite answer to that. I do not love the city but, more so, the opportunity it provides me with. You see regardless of how I spend the day, I go to bed knowing that I have gained or learned something worthwhile. This is why I like the capital for whatever it is worth. Back home one has a lot of free time but zero will to get the productivity going. An empty mind is definitely a devil's workshop as proven by all the small talk doing the rounds in the hollow corridors of the offices, the narrow steps of Lal bazar, open air luxury at M.G.Marg or whispers that turn into loud conversations in the safety of their respective four walls.
And now that I know it is time to get back to the hard work again, I can't help get a little nostalgic. This happens almost each time. The feeling is best when I view the bustling town in all its night time glory from the small curve just after crossing Khangri petrol pump. That is the only time I have a sadness engulf me from the inside. Someday I will be back for good, but now is the time to stack credentials and make myself stronger for a meaningful existence.
Round two begins soon enough.
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