Looking back.

I wish I was a bit intoxicated this evening. I’d have slept better. To leave every thought that rattles through the brain and just stay calm and at peace is what I wanted today. Everything around me is calm and there is nothing going around me. And still, there is this restlessness in me. The urge to do something. So I decided to put together this post about my recent trip to Nasik.

I had been staying in Nasik for 7 years and I despised the place initially. There wasn’t anything alluring about the city the first time I visited it. It was but natural that I hated the school too.
One Saturday, the moment my dad was told that that I had been admitted to the school of my choice, he was happy. The school had already reopened and I was admitted a week later to class 4B. And my class teacher’s name was Dolly. Later in the day, my dad asked me to sit for a scholarship class. God I hated that. I remember how I used to make excuses to stay at home and not go to the class. The school was new, people around me were new, and  I used to be lonely most of the time. And yes, I hated the city. I wanted to go back to Kolhapur, a place that grew on me over the 6 years that I spent there.

But anyway, I adjusted. 7 years passed and I left Nasik to return back at my birthplace, Mumbai. I had a chance to visit Nasik on Teachers day this year. I wasn’t keen on visiting but I signed up for it because mum was travelling alone and I only had some 6 hours to spend over there. So we boarded the morning train to Nasik and after three hours, I set foot in Nasik. I visited the Gangapur road area of the city.

This guy at the Someshwar temple toll booth looks eagerly as I try to frame him in my camera.

This guy at the Someshwar temple toll booth looks eager as I try to frame him in my camera.

An old lady at Someshwar.

An old lady at Someshwar.

Getting ready to pose.

Getting ready to pose.

Aand action!

Aaand action!

The Godavari river.

The Godavari river.

Prisoner of privacy, Nasik road station.

Prisoner of privacy, Nasik road station.

The perks of being a kid.

The perks of being a kid.

Looking back.

Looking back.

Still life.

Still life.

High key picture of the lord at Balaji Temple.

High key picture of the lord at Balaji Temple.

Praying peacefully at the Balaji Temple.

Praying peacefully at the Balaji Temple.

At the Balaji Temple.

At the Balaji Temple.

After spending 4 hours in the outskirts of the city, I went to my school to meet my teachers. It was teachers day and all of them were sitting on the stage for a program. I couldn’t really meet any of my teachers, and considering I still had half an hour to spare, I went to meet my tuition teacher.

Back at the station, I was really happy that I was going to be in Mumbai in the next couple of hours. I boarded the train and thankfully found a seat by the window. The train pulled out of the station and made me wonder if I had left something in this small city. As I set foot inside my home in Mumbai, I realized I had left a better part of my childhood in Nasik!
Have a great day!

Until next time,
Cheers! 🙂

 

Thanks to Ravi E (the editor of the blog) for the proofread. :)
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8 thoughts on “Looking back.

  1. No words to describe childhood days better then these…But I strongly feel u missed to touch teachers feet on such an auspicious day.any way…keep learning son.Too good images.Good work.

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