I have been in Hyderabad for four months and counting now. It has been a difficult move for me. Living independently was a luxury; it was everything I needed. But living at home is lovely as well as difficult. Difficult only because I need to get used to this city. To make peace with my experiences here. To get used to the mistakes I’ve made. To accept them and move on.
At this point I recall the words of Calvino in Invisible Cities,
“Arriving at each new city, the traveler finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places.”
But what happens in a city inhabited by you for many years when revisited at a later point? I am discovering just that..