Phew… within a short span, just three weeks, I was done with two totally different cities, with totally different mantras, Eat and Pray (see my previous posts). The one left was something which I have always been afraid of and knew by my heart that it’s not gonna happen. But what occurred was somehow very close to it. Now, come on, don’t make a presumption that I fell in love or something! A class trip back to Delhi was organised in no time for study of Urban places and the activities going on at Urban level.
From being in solitude, unexpectedly, I was told to pack my bags and move back to the city life! Within just twenty days, I was back in town, to study of course. For the first time I was afraid to roam around in my own city. Delhi is a strange place. Here, no matter how many people are residing in the city, you tend to bump into people you know, while moving in Metro, in a mall, in shopping places, etc. And the probability of the same increases especially on weekends, that’s when we reached Delhi.
According to the movie plot, or rather, the plot of the novel, the protagonist returns to Bali and finds her “love affair”. Here, my tale couldn’t match the original plot. Maybe that’s why they say that life is not a movie. Though I lacked the ‘love affair’, I had memories. Memories of the time spent, memories of the places I have visited before, memories of the ‘feel’ of my own city – Dilli, memories which are as dear to me as my ‘love’ would be. In short, my memories became my “love affair” on this trip.