So my dear folks, I have moved into the place where I'm going to carve supposedly 3 years of rest of my life. Delhi...yes the capital city of India. True to its title I could see a collage composed of every kind of people here. Also to mention the white and pink foriegners too. I don't know why the blacks are'nt interested in our country. May be they are fed up with the poverty and conditions of their own nation.
The journey in the flight was not interesting as the previous one. I hoped something unusual will happen. Nothing happened. I loved the attendants' routine of explaining safety procedures. And I was'nt unkucky too. There were some hot chicks too including one of the hostess.
Coming to the point, what inspired me to write this, is some thoughts that surged into my mind while I surfed through the nearby streets where I am staying. Its newyear time and the temperature undulates between 6 and 16°c. I walked through the streets looking for a place to have a perfect dinner. As I walked alone, the cold wind which i could feel on my cheeks left me a shiver of fear. I was in a different frame. I felt as if I'm in a movie. I felt my spirits burning...I could feel the soul of James Bond sailing through unknown but busy streets searching for a criminal or traitor ,at the same time equally cautious of the danger of being attacked, the soul of Jason Bourne, in search of truth of his genesis while trying to camoflage. I felt the tightness of the leather vest around my chest, the cold piece of iron pistol under my belt which was loaded and ready to use. My eyes were diving into the crowd for a familiar or suspicous mugshot face and at the same time scanning the reflections from mirrors, glasses , steel frames for anything or anyone who is planning to do some harm to me. People who hadnt the luxury of a warm room kept themselves live with fire from waste papers and plastics. Those flames were seen reflecting from the glassed walls of multistoried motels.
I bought a pomegranate from a vendor and came back to my room. Put on the tv and had the red sweet pebbles. Waiting for the newyear.
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