Its strange to be back in Pune. It brings back so many memories, so many experiences. When I first cam to Pune I was like wet clay. I was moulded, remoulded and decorated with passage of time. Some moulders tried their best to make a hollow but beautiful exterior. However, there is some substance still left in it. The clay has got harder with time. Nails can't leave their scratches on the surface that easily anymore. However the mould has become brittle while becoming harder. Its becoming harder to change the shape. Imperfections are harder to remove. Maybe its the imperfections that make it that much more beautiful.
I wonder what life would have been if I had not moved to this city at 15. Maybe discovering myself would have taken another route. Maybe I would have got moulded a bit differently.
