Snowed in for almost a week, coming back into a city where i lived in my late twenties, it feels awesome. I am back in new york after only 6 months, but it feels like over a year. The city is pulling me back towards its. There is a strange sense of freedom on the streets of new york which are lined with garbage bags on one side and snow piles on the other. Its dirty, it sticks, but, there are people who will never trade this city for anything else in the world.
I have moved back to India. To new delhi. But, as I am walking the streets of this eclectic city or just sitting perched on the window sill of my rental on the 11th floor, this city is pulling me back towards it. It is telling me to join it, so that I can be myself.
I love new york!
I have moved back to India. To new delhi. But, as I am walking the streets of this eclectic city or just sitting perched on the window sill of my rental on the 11th floor, this city is pulling me back towards it. It is telling me to join it, so that I can be myself.
I love new york!
