Every city is divided.
For me, for a long time, Ahmedabad was a city of a Red Bricked building which gave me one of my closest friends, some of my best colleagues and tutors, an extremely forgettable story of someone committing a few mistakes in his life and of course a deeply hurt pride. You forget heartbreaks but you seldom get over a bruised ego. I knew I would not be visiting the Red Bricks without tall idiots accompanying me. I was not ready for it yet. One day the time would come.
I am getting old and learning to let go. And there was S, constantly gushing about the time spent in Amdavad. So today, for me Ahmedabad is a city of
On the other side, the
The river seemed to deepen the divide. I stopped the car for a while as I was heading back. I wondered if the chasms between humans were as deep as the river that flowed beneath me.
To find my answers, I must return again, if not to win another game of air hockey near