The girl from Banaras 1

The fact that she could not get out of the cab and dance in the rains made her miss her home in Banaras.

A small city full of holy river and unholy people but sweet people.

The place Pandit and Murari took birth and continue to live till eternity,where the pujari of the temples were itself considered god and their ashirwaad was equal to of the ones residing inside the mandir.

Choti was very much happy in her small world in banaras but destiny took her away from the place and placed her in a agony of Mumbai,where she happened to be an intern in a magazine publishing company.

Her original plan was to get her Msc done and get setteled soon but her love for photography took her someone else.

Everybody in the dismay city of lights have a journey of their own.Some have it quick some have it late but there is a sure fruit of struggle on everyone’s lap the day you take a chance to stand up on the platform of Churchgate.

Back in banaras,she had the privilege of cleaning up the mandir of lord shiva on a weekly basis and she would also sing bhajans while doing so but here in Mumbai she never had the privilege of even visiting one!

Mostly she would laugh on how the times have changed and would end it up by crying on how the times have changed.

Luckily enough,she was brave enough to tackle the fast life of locals but wasn’t good enough to condition herself for the city.

The only place that would give her peace was marine drive and beaches,the water was like a resemblance to her own city and the peace flowing there.City of two crore people and no one to talk to she felt like a caged bird.

Office at 10 and dinner at 8 was fixed,nothing apart that was there to order on the platter.

Due to workload,she would not be able to go to home too.

She would miss her baba and ayi,the sarovars and the ghat.

Every now and then she would think what is making her stoppable to attain the happiness the winds have.

More than a lakh of people visit this gargantuan city to find happiness,employment and satisfaction of oneself.

What’s stopping her then?

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