Passing by that street

I have traversed a zillion streets in my life time. Yet every street has a unique memory etched in my mind. Streets, your mode of transport and the music you play when you pass by, just set a context, a memory in your mind. All streets have a culture, so unique that it can only be experienced. Often who you cross that road with plays a role. Sometimes its just the thoughts and emotions you carry.


I drove past all places that looked so familiar and yet so out of context. Its funny, there are streets I have gone past a zillion times and yet never noticed that little flower that has always been looking out into my face. Billboards have changed, jungles are turned into black serpents that crawl across the city. Small houses have become large gigantic card like structures, space has become scarce. The smell from the air has changed and so has the perfume in my car. I pulled down the windows hoping to feel the raw! My nose struggled, maybe my eyes were just not supportive. In that moment of struggle I felt like a stranger today.I felt like it wasn't the roads but maybe "me" who has changed! The music continued to play, cars continued to honk, and I just sat there numb echoing - " Tumse yun milenge, humne socha na tha....aur yeah zindagi!"