I could hear a bore well being dug miles away from my house.
In spite of keeping my doors and windows shut the dust particles still find its
way inside the house. It was last week they finished digging another bore well
somewhere else in my locality. In this Big city, sparrows don't wake me up in
the mornings, the machines do.
My neighbours are building one more storey to their house.
They already have a tenant, still they want another one. All the construction
wastes fall into my kitchen work area. The houses in this city are like Siamese
twins, there is not even space for the fire personnel's.
I could see only skyscrapers and less sky... I could see
only apartments and less tress; don’t know whether people will believe me if I
say I crave for the sound of crows in this Big city. Back home they let us know
they are outside our kitchen by crying out loud.
Whenever I whine about this city sucking on my creativity,
my husband promises to take me back home after 25years. But by then all my
friends and relatives would have tagged Us as the 'visitors' from the Big city.
Now I know the sentiments behind those people who wish to be cremated in their
home towns.
When I complain about the severe winter, my doctor scolds me
saying, “Now you belong here because this is the place your husband is
working." What kind of logic is that? Tomorrow once my children grows up,
these same people are going to say "This is the place where your kids were
raised so again being a Mother you belong here!" But I'm sure even then my
Heart will continue to murmur, 'You belong to your small town and not in this
Big City which hates trees and loves flyovers and buildings'
