Hyderabad was gracefully peaceful. And immensely unsatisfying. I lined up in a crowd of a million people waiting to earn a little extra to be able to eat at least once, twice or thrice a week in a spotlessly clean restaurant, served by English speaking waiters and people huming the lines 'I become comfortably numb'. This side of the page has notoriously spaced-up malls and imitations and hearts of wooden mirror walking in empty streets.
The Charminar reminds me of Feluda's preferred brand of cigarette which he invariably used to smoke to discover any new twists in the trick. I wish Feluda lived on, just as we haplessly live and play merry-go-round. This was my first experience with the name Charminar. On the contrary, Charminar lives on as aura less grey iron pillars amid no insect's life with the name Hitex. It was incredible how both could co-exist knowingly it is flip-flopping. It has big roads and streets and flyovers with no meddling to take you to your little chalets faster. A matter of convenience undoubtedly. Too many sumptuous and seemingly happy preoccupations. The sky ends somewhere behind the spaced-up large fort-alike houses, and tall ambitions; you and I barely had a chance to view the horizon.
Sitting on the grasses, received the first splash of green drizzles, over cups of Lucknow was amusing while the parrots continued reading your future. Waking up to dreams of togetherness and those I experientially lived last night and this moment lying on his torso, I realise this is what I wish in my heart and can live so possibly. He has grown to a delicacy in my eyes.
I am a lonely soul, not deserted, not secluded. The bitter sounds and desperation of not being them, of not being able to play guitar, of not being you perturbs my consciousness as I walk down the streets in six, and seven sometimes.
The people who take a ride of merry-go-round with you, the wide, empty roads and the lanes with white and pink houses lined up, the little potions of love you are fortunate to drink in every fading moment of your stay, too many numbers of unrestrained freedom and despair, this is not yet the place to become untamed.
P.S. I will come back again and again to fill up my insatiable hunger, for peace.
A disclaimer. These are the odd fragments from my story called Hyderabad. Might not be akin to yours. Someday you and I, and them will sip coffee over manifold hyderabad.
