Delhi Diary

Umm so here I am writing this, actually I never knew I'll be that much emotional while writing this. So it started last year in June, specifically 13th June it is. I came delhi for a 10 months program and now I am leaving Delhi, I never liked Delhi. Actually there's a thing about Delhi, it doesn't accepts everyone with open hearts, so Delhi never actually accepts me. First day when I put my foot in Anand Vihar bus stop that very moment I realised someone has stolen my wallet. So, in a whole weird place and I am left with no money, my card is gone, so as my cash and so as my all the ID and everything that you keeps in your wallet. So it's gone, that day Delhi teaches me 'this ain't going to be easy, come out of your comfort zone, it's time' what I did after that is not important to mention. I get myself enrolled in the program, the first week was difficult, new things, new commitment, new people, many changes. My program runs even on Sunday's, so basically no holidays, so that was frustrating after 15 days, all I am doing is the same thing, following same schedule and what not. I start loosing my temper, started being rude and what not. That loose my focus as well but there was no one at that time to talk with, I don't have friends here as everyone is new so no familarity and my old friends never bother to pick my calls when I actually need them(that's a different story) I only left with my parents whom I can talk to, that's something I am thankful to God for letting me have such a nice pair of parents. But you can't bother them with your problems, you actually can but you don't like to, actually I really don't have any problem in real that's everything in my mind. I was not comfortable of the thought of being here and acceptance, then one day I realised do I care of anyone's acceptance? It took a month to realize that it's okay everything's going to be fine and eventually it did. 

I made friends and just in the span of this short period I never knew I can be that close to them. 

I am going back now that's I always wanted but now when it's happening I don't know why I am not happy! Why I am restless, the thought of not seeing all these people daily, the thought of not walking on the same route again, the thought of not traveling on the metro daily, that's made me nostalgic. Today while walking home I realised that I won't see any of these again, the bakery on my way from where I purchase my grocery the shopkeeper even knows what I daily purchased from him, the fruitshop apples - 100 rupees kg and pomegranate 90 - rupees kg, I won't be buying that again, the gurudwara on my way, shani temple, popcorn wale bhaiya, shayam Sundar mandir, Momo's wale bhaiya. In two days things will not be the way they are. I never liked delhi then why i am even sad in leaving Delhi? It's not about the place, it's about the people I guess. 

Tommorow it's my last day of program, I am very bad at saying good-bye, I know it's not like we all won't meet again but things will never be same. It's difficult but it has to be done there's no choice. I wish I can tell everyone who's being the part of this journey that I am thankful to them for being there. 

May be Delhi never accepts me but now I learned to be odd one out and this Delhi taught me. 

I am going to miss you... :)