I would be going back to Pune tomorrow!! When you go to a place with least expectations and you are showered with love, contentment.. you end up falling in love with the place.. And , the love lives even if you leave the city. That’s my story with Pune.
Sometimes, I wonder.. what’s so magical about Pune? There are little small things that make a difference in life, I guess. These small things sometimes mean a lot more than ..life’s big questions.
Small things I miss about Pune-
1.The everyday walks down the university. The talks we talked as we walked.. about trivial stuffs of life..
2.The coffees I drank at 70mm..with just about anyone from the department.
3.The changing colours of the university trees.
4.The hostel chats..the empty coffee mugs lying around the room.
5.The drowsy eyed friend saying, “you make coffee for me!” the 10th-12th coffee of the day, at 3-4 a.m. in the morning.
6.Hitching rides to the department.. Knowing too well that I would meet someone on my way to the department..Late for the lecture, sometimes the someone would be Nakhate Sir himself, taking me on his scooter for his lecture :)
7.The filthy hostel kitchen, a common topic of discussion.. when you ran out of topics.. When you have spoken just too many times about everyone’s sad stories ..
8.Getting up at 10.30 a.m. just to realize that you have a movie to catch at E-Square at 10.35 a.m.
9.Watching 8-9 movies in a row! Sitting just about anywhere in the theater, squatting on the theater floor, right next to the projection screen.. shedding tears, refusing to look at the someone sitting next to me.. everyone sitting here is sobbing!! They call it the Pune International Film Festival!!
10.Alone, walking up and down the city streets.. buying cheap pirated books, Cds..Alone, at the hostel room.. sipping coffee..
There are million memories of this place.. like the million small stars.. making a beautiful starlit sky…
Sometimes, I wonder.. what’s so magical about Pune? There are little small things that make a difference in life, I guess. These small things sometimes mean a lot more than ..life’s big questions.
Small things I miss about Pune-
1.The everyday walks down the university. The talks we talked as we walked.. about trivial stuffs of life..
2.The coffees I drank at 70mm..with just about anyone from the department.
3.The changing colours of the university trees.
4.The hostel chats..the empty coffee mugs lying around the room.
5.The drowsy eyed friend saying, “you make coffee for me!” the 10th-12th coffee of the day, at 3-4 a.m. in the morning.
6.Hitching rides to the department.. Knowing too well that I would meet someone on my way to the department..Late for the lecture, sometimes the someone would be Nakhate Sir himself, taking me on his scooter for his lecture :)
7.The filthy hostel kitchen, a common topic of discussion.. when you ran out of topics.. When you have spoken just too many times about everyone’s sad stories ..
8.Getting up at 10.30 a.m. just to realize that you have a movie to catch at E-Square at 10.35 a.m.
9.Watching 8-9 movies in a row! Sitting just about anywhere in the theater, squatting on the theater floor, right next to the projection screen.. shedding tears, refusing to look at the someone sitting next to me.. everyone sitting here is sobbing!! They call it the Pune International Film Festival!!
10.Alone, walking up and down the city streets.. buying cheap pirated books, Cds..Alone, at the hostel room.. sipping coffee..
There are million memories of this place.. like the million small stars.. making a beautiful starlit sky…
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2 comments:
Agreed.
There is something magical about Pune. You occassionaly want to get out of it, but evertime you leave, you want to come back.
hmm.. for me its like going back home..though its not my real home..there sure is something abt that place..
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