Loving Chandigarh
I love this city. Not the kind of love you feel for your favourite dress or your favourite shoes but the one you feel for a dog, cat, or friend.
the one where you fall slowly, learn the width, depth, and height.
the one which makes you want to know every curve like the back of your hand.
If you saw her waking, you would inevitably fall in love with her.
If you saw her sleeping, you would inevitably fall in love with her.
If you give her enough time, she will belong with you and you with her, like
puzzle pieces,
tomato and basil,
fries and coke,
coffee and cake,
cookies and cream,
pen and ink.
We have been together for many years, and we’ll remain together season after season, people after people. She has grown on me, calmingly familiar. I am aware of her limitations as she is of mine. I don’t know when I accepted all of them, probably when I accepted mine.
