"Fish 'n' chips in Curry"

London
Originally uploaded by Shuchi Mittal.

A borrowed picture, I confess, but it speaks the language. The very british language. It speaks London. It spells London. It shouts London..

Working in every city feels the same. What feels different is the air, the people, the talk of friends, the smell of lemons and lilies, the clink of beer glasses, the ideas....

Ideas that developed while meeting people. Ideas that developed while sitting in a new apartment listening to the noise that once was new but now sounds indifferent. Ideas that developed while trying to decipher which strings of thoughts I want to pull. Ideas that took out time to understand me and gave me a wholesome outlook on others. Ideas that separated the good friends from friends, and friends from acquaintances. Ideas that knocked on my door while I was out having fun.

From the sultry sweltering 4 weeks of real summer to the rainy chill-to-the-bone breezy 2 weeks of 'London summer', each day smelt unique. Every morning was something new to expect. Every evening the goodbyes sounded different. Every day there were regular people, with familiar drinks but unfamiliar feelings. Every one had a piece of their mind they wanted to share. Everything finally became personal.

And with the last swirl of the London eye, the last walk down South bank, the last chime of the Big Ben and a rather red ride through the forever anxious roads , the city of pub lunches and mood swinging weather finally gets rid of this Indian gal..

Six weeks....
And an old city with new experiences.
Old friends with vibrant outlooks.
An old mind with clearer perspectives.
Old anxieties with newer meanings.
Old wants with fresh found needs.
Old questions with humbled answers.
Old ambitions with new diversions.
Old anger with new views of acceptance.
Old freedom with re-lived independence.
And ....the same old me..
...undiscovered and unresolved..yet, hopefully supporting a better head of hair from now on...