I am still wondering what is that I have left behind. Is it that garden laying its green beauty on my gate or a flashing hill standing back to empower the graceful look? Or is it that colorful wall that stood straight to show my love for Mr. Donald Duck.

I am still confused that what it actually means that I miss my life in Abu a lot!
I was wandering in the row of same thoughts, when an old friend called up to wish my birthday. Probably I wasn’t sure with my answer, but I was sure enough that it may be the wonderful time I had spent in Abu.

Yup it was actually time! Life is really strange, the days spent in Abu, the idiotic games won among friends, the mnemonic trips to Mount Abu are the ones I miss the most, but it is actually the TIME that I miss the most.

I don’t exactly remember my first day in Delhi, but I still remember my last day in Abu. It is funny to say but it was true, that I never knew it was my last day in Abu Road, else at least my last day would have got a bit of my friends, my home, my neighbors actually that air.

Every time I sit to write about that pretty world, I get wrapped in unforgettable memories. But the truth is that time never comes back. Dates never repeat. My age would not turn 11 again. But memories, they make a ride daily and try to live those days, but as said, dates never repeat.

So to all those making a plan to skip off the town to dig success out of life, trust me guys, cities and towns are two different stories. Once you cross this line, it is always a race, not the one in which you pat a stronger paddle to win the race, rather it’s the race of life, a race in which your friends are really left back and at the end you still try to take a step behind the starting line. But all that remains is a bed that is soft enough to relax your spine but the night isn’t fresh to give you a sound sleep.

May be a day may rise when calendar marks a day in Abu again, but till then I guess AbuTimes.com can help me to revisit each corner again, and probably where I can say, I am not a Dehlite, it is probably being an Abuite, that still smells in my personality.

Written by: Arpita Rathore
Title: I am still wondering what is that I have left behind