Its always about the people and the city...

Dekh liya hamne jag saara, apna ghar hai sabse pyara…... Bang sing the little fledglings of mumma bird once they grow wings and get strong enough to take an endless flight… The poem (which I can’t find anymore) goes like this that the young ones don’t have wings and say that, for us, the world is just this nest since we cant look any further. They grow gradually and the dimension of world also expands for them. From nest to park boundary to fields to the endless sky. All through this time, they were yearning to fly and see how big is the world. Once they do…they conclude… Dekh liya hamne jag saara, Apna ghar hai sabse pyara. Home is where the heart is. Whether someone is homesick or adventurous, wants to travel the world or just stay in routine. There is only one place that heart yearns for. I want to travel the world. See what nature has given us. Explore and Experience. Nearly 25 years of my life I have clung to this place. HAPPILY. But now its time… As I said, I have been indicated