The story remains the same; I had no idea that I was actually leaving Abu Road. And the best part that I feel about Abu Road is that even my word file in this fashioned laptop knows that it isn’t an error. Trust me it’s a part of the dictionary. So not deviating from the topic, there are many things that haven’t changed yet.

1. Chaat means Pyazz ki Kachori: When someone says chaat, I wish to have pyaaz ki kachori . Trust me this is a true fact. I have certainly found some places here in Delhi that serves good pyaaz ki kachori but I haven’t tasted a similar one yet.

2. I am not proud to be a non-vegitarian: I still remember, I had never got an omllete packed for my lunchbox, it was a taboo. Most of my friends were those pure veggies, no offence to the culture but I had known a jain-pizza and a jain-burger. Trust me I had loved a jain-burger. When shifted to this metropolitan climate, I once found myself surfing for a jain-burger in the menu. Further being in a well doing non-vegitarian family I had restricted myself to be a pure veggie, and when I first ate a chicken piece I felt like cheating my up-bringing. I guess this up-bringing wasn’t parental but I guess an Abu effect.

3. Holiday Destination means Mount Abu: Though when mummy reads this piece she’ll definitely shout at me for blaming her, but yes for pretty 15 years of life family outing had meant Nakki Lake. Things changed when I reached Delhi, now its India Gate.

4. ‘AAP’ is an injected pronoun: Delhi, being a perfect destination of Haryanvi’s and Punjabi’s, I still bag that “aap” as a pronoun in my recitation. To every auto wala my words are generally “bhaiya, aap CP chalenge”. But Delhi actually echoes with “bhaiya, CP Chal lo”. So people all around the city, thank you for giving me this “tehzeeb-wala-lehza”. Oopse I did match a ggod combination of words.

5. Hometown: That’s an interesting part. Though I have no family living back in Abu road, just friends and family friends, but even today when I am asked is Delhi your home town? All I respond is a big “NO”, “its Abu Road, I am here for just 10 years now”.

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6. Desert still means rabdi: I have generally faced this sweet little query from people “so you are from Rajasthan, you must have seen deserts and sand dunes”. I stare them straight into their eyes “see for me desert means rabdi from station road, and yes I have seen sand dunes, when some mud around my home went flying in air”.

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7. Sleeveless dresses are still uninvited: Though my younger sibling has just adopted the metro culture really well, but for me still wearing a sleeveless dress is a big traumatic story, one piece are far to arrive.

8. Hill stations are many: I have been to ample number of hill stations, Musoorie, Nainital, down in south to Coorg, Mysore etc, but this constant feeling had never left me “Mount Abu wali baat nahin hai”. Though I had actually admired Mount Abu, its true beauty only after visiting this own place like a tourist, but those beautiful memories of childhood could never replace the aura.

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9. We all abuites are born artists: I can certify this, in these metro cities, one may find many people without any artistic interest, ultram tonight online or probably they could never enhance or see what they actually have. But we are made in a different mud I guess, we have had enough time to brush up our skills and add new ones to them.

10. My first bunk: I know this one is sort of an out of the syllabus thing, I had no idea what does bunking a class meant until I first saw my peer mates doing it in class 11th in Delhi. I still remember when I was first asked to bunk a class, I can actually claim that I felt somebody has asked me to try a murder. I had literally said “no, it’s a wrong thing”. And the class laughed at me. Though my 10-things-show-may-leave-abu-abu-never-leaves first bunk happened in college first year.

And that’s the reason I feel that though I have left the place, it still remains in me. And off course these pretty updates by abutimes is a cherry on the cake.

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