It’s been a month here in Bombay now. Sea and nightlife, what else can anyone ask for. The fast pace of the city sinks you so easily into its life that you almost forget that it was just a month back that you were roaming around in the streets of Amar Colony. Back then, I used to crib about how I miss my first home, Kolkata, my para. Here, I am in a dilemma. Do I miss Delhi more or my para, or am I too much in love with the city of dream? The answer wasn’t that simple. When a Mumbaikar asks you where are you from, Delhi is the first place that comes to my lips, though Kolkata still resides in my heart. After eight years in the city, you simply can’t help falling in love in the city. In fact, in a city like Mumbai, when you hear a Delhi lingo, it amplifies your energy level to infinity. Having spent my early days in Kolkata, things were cultured a little differently into us. The cliché goes; we are not as loud and rowdy as North Indians are. But when in Delhi, act like a Delhi’ite....

Summer vacations 2010, I decided to explore a part of Delhi which probably not many of us would be well aware of. The locality of Nawada is situated right in between Uttam Nagar West Metro Station and Dwarka Mod station. A curious new kid in the city, the place did not really fascinate me much; in fact, it had a more of rural North Indian feeling than a cosmopolitan national capital. Tiny concrete huts, dusty roads and dry playgrounds; that would probably the geography of the place. There was nothing in particular in that place which I could connect to, considering that fact that I came from a place, which is lush green, usually rainy and surely not extremely hot. As I walked through the tiny lanes in the soaring heat of Delhi, I heard screams and laughs of kids from a distance. As I moved closer, I came across this bunch of kids enjoying their vacations with something that instantly made me nostalgic. This was something that I could connect to, something which I can easily conn...