Love at the roads of old Delhi

Delhi summers this time was hotter than every year. The roads were mostly empty at the noon. People traveling covered their faces to avoid the hot air. While Delhi was going through a bad time, S was really not feeling the summer that bad.

S, was drowned with the memories of his Delhi days. The days where he found his first love. He has witnessed many relationships around. But the time with J was so different.

They never meat again. They never met because they never wanted to meet. They ended the relationship with a lot of bitterness. When everyday S felt how stupid he was and how selfish J has always been. Then time was gone. The bitterness of the memories made a small room at his heart and disappeared. The only memories he had was the beautiful time they spent together.

The day was bright and sunny. There was not a single cloud at the sky. The smell of Rajma-Chowl at the nearby restaurant was unbearable to take. People was busy with their regular routine because life should go on. The leafs  of the trees were dusty and everyone in Delhi was waiting for rain.

S, had not expectations that the time should change. He knew that time follows its own way and if you expect something to happen that might not happen. But people expect because they do not have any other things to do. Just the way S expected the love from J believing that she loves him the same way he does.

S, returned Delhi after 20 long years. It was a long time indeed. He never wanted to come back in this city anymore. He avoided the city overtime. Even if for a meeting he never came to this city. But after these many years he never felt to come back to this city.

S, got a new job. Now he is the chief political analyst with a media house. It was his dream always. The day he got this news, S was happy and then suddenly he was drowned amidst the memories of his old Delhi days. Where he saw a dream to be a journalist, holding the hands of J. Walking through the roads of old Delhi, they wrote those dreams. He knew that J has achieved everything she wanted but he failed.

Today, when he wants to celebrate his dream, how can he miss the smell of old Delhi.

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Author: sayantanjourno

A coffee addict. I love to read books. Writing is my passion. I write poems and articles on life. I am a journalist by profession. I write reports on political and social issues. Here you will find some of my writings on various socio-political-economic issues. I love traveling, photography and music. I am doing theater for more than 13 years now. So write to me on work.sayantan@gmail.com. Share your perspectives of life and love. Follow me on twitter @SayantanDreamz.

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