I have learnt a lot of things during my stay in a new city. Away from my family, counting a bit on the few friends I have and relying a lot on myself, I’d say I’ve learnt to live.
When I first came to this city, it was brand new to me; the people were strangers and the dialect was alien to me. While learning to understand them and get to know the many facets and the nooks and corners of this city, I learnt how to stay.
When I moved from a hostel to a flat, lived with 3 people instead of 300, balanced work with life, managed my savings, controlled my expenditures and learnt how to value my peace over everything else, I learnt how to live.
So today, as I book a cab to my office and the driver asks in the local dialect, I smile. I smile because I understand. I smile because even though I understand, I cannot speak. I smile knowing there is something more to learn.
As I sit in the cab, the driver turns the radio on. It’s one of those manic mornings when people whine about going to work.
The tune of a local song wafts out of the speakers. I don’t mind, because I don’t want to comprehend the meaning. I just want to imbibe the city in just like it has made me a part of it.
I tap my feet in tandem with the tunes and smile as I look out of the cab window. I don’t crave for familiarity anymore because it’s upto us where we decide to find it in. This time, I find familiarity in the unknown song.