I have, not often, thought about how much I like or love this city. But whenever I did, I got lost in the glam and glory of its hustle-bustle. The life that everyone here loves and still cribs about, is basically what all really long for, only so long as they don’t have it. I am no exception to it. But despite the hypocrisy that we live in, we end up truly falling in love with the city. It has the power and the charisma to attract you. You don’t realise when and where and why and how, you love it so much that even after having longed for leaving it for a better life ahead, you retain your being here and give away yourself to it, no matter in whichever way it may be.
As a kid, I never thought about it seriously. But I was always an advocate of the brilliance of this city, not knowing what it contained. I had always been in an awe of its lifestyle, the colours, the music it possessed and above all the varied fragrances it spread out in different climates. I could feel the winds change their directions, the birds singing out to me their songs of nature and all the colours of the skies during twilight. They somehow mesmerised me. I still have no reasons or explanations as to how I feel about all of these. But, I know I love it from the bottom of my heart.
This city has intense warmth within itself that leaves a soft and moist wrap around your mind. You can peacefully stretch up your arms and wake up to take in the fragrance of sand from the beach during low tide and rub your eyes through watching the tides turn and slowly get out of the bed and say, “Good Morning, God!” You then, like always, fall prey to the rush hour that doesn’t really end until midnight. You don’t really see the sun growing brighter with each passing hour, getting warmer by the day and then slowly setting down once again into the vast expanse of the sea. But despite this, you still carry the ambition to become the “10 O’clock Sun” that gives all worlds the light and energy it most requires and deserves as well.
The art of living in this city is not to get tired, not because you don’t have the time to but because life actually begins when everyone else is busy getting lazy. Yes, lazy; that’s what we call the people who more often get tired. When the bright and warm sun has set, our hearts start racing through the empty roads to fight the strong, cold breeze with our faces right there having fun; all smiles. We are hungry for having fun, sleeping is such a waste of time. It’s the city that makes us feel like being in love always; it’s just that we don’t know who we are in love with because if we stand for a moment and look around, we don’t find anyone there by the side. We are a huge bunch of fun loving people, always seen enjoying, partying, playing and claiming to be the coolest folks on this earth; yet alone deep within ourselves. It is the other side of mid-night, as one of the titles of Mr William Shakespeare’s work reads.
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This city contains within itself a million hues of smiles; some happy, some shy, some funny and sweet and some darker than the nights.Some smiles; in fact most of them are really cute, ugly but bearable, in true sense. Their innocence, shyness and charm are more a reflection of their incomplete desires and want for one warm hug that would say, “I’m right here for you”. We grow up as kids and then never get to really grow up. The kid in us is hardly allowed to grow into a complete youth that we deserve to. Before we can get to know the world and fly our own ways, we get into the entrapment of the traits of the city and get hooked to its traditions. We all have innumerable dreams when we open our eyes, but conveniently forget all of them once the city begins its majestic ride of valour.
We love this, don’t we? But with all the disagreements that we may have with the kind of things we see around us and the kind of people we move with, we enjoy the life here so much that we can go gaga about it all around the world. We float in the drapes of fashion and blush with our flaunting flairs. Serving the main course full of pride with a bit of lust as accompaniment, we serve the darkest of chocolates as desert in my city of blinding lights.
