Late but lastly I found an ideal scenario for nostalgia to breed and overwhelm. This is my tribute to the city of memories and yearnings. Apart from my neighbor girl, roommates, friends and rakhi sisters of my university, there are some abstract things I miss about Jalandhar.
Two years of M.Tech, in LPU had been a treasure trove of experience. I sorely miss it. I know after a few years there, I will learn to love this. Right from staying at hostel for everything under the sun, to helpful juniors to wonderful roommates, to tremendous proxies and peaceful negotiation with faculties for attendance and internal marks, from subjects in which you just pass to the subjects in which you score 89, from guys who studied for me and to the girls whom I studied. I miss it. I miss the bargain shopping I am so accustomed to. Spending worthwhile hours in Viva Collage going through clothes and the good natured haggling with shopkeepers. Such shopping always leaves me so satisfied. I miss the Sikh auto waalas there who may not be all honest but at least fight decently. I miss the fat disfigured Punjabi aunties and their good looking daughters. I miss my rakhi sisters who emotionally used to blackmail me during raksha bandhan using a “bro” word. I miss daily mess Paranthas, Dahi, Pickle, Daal, Rajmah Chawl, Kaddu Kadi, Lassi and every possible Punjabi food you get on there. These are some of the things that make up Punjab. I miss the warmth of the city, the sense of belonging Punjabi. I miss it all. And the list goes on. It is one of those moments which will inspire a cauldron of emotions in you, leaving you overwhelmed.
Concluding on that note,
Nostalgic and ice-sadness.
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