I was on a bus, travelling to Pune after a long gap of 1.5 years. In fact I had moved out of Pune even before that when 8 years ago I took up a job in Mumbai. But even then ,if anyone were to ask me which city would I call home- I wouldn't name New York , which I love or what's-there-to-not-like Mumbai, I would say Pune.
As soon as the hill of Lonavala start coming into view , I get this inexplicable warm feeling in my heart. Hills covered with patches of green, hills casting shadows on each other, hill that have ghat running around them- the sight is just so relaxing.
And that is when I realized what Mumbai and NY both don't have as many as Pune does - hills. Hills played such an important part in my life.
As kids my sister and I would climb the stairs of Parvati just so that we could come running on our way down.
My school was on a little hill. My friends and I would ride our bicycles up the little winding uphill road near my school and come racing down.
Then there was Taljai where our school would arrange a picnic for us,and chaturshrungi where my mom would take us to the temple in very navratri.
As I grew older I would trek to the top of Sighgad with my friends. We would have onion bhaji and curd there.
Climbing wagjhai early morning to see if we can catch a glimpse of peacocks was also one of the fondest memories I have.
Life just would have been so incomplete without these experiences.
As soon as the hill of Lonavala start coming into view , I get this inexplicable warm feeling in my heart. Hills covered with patches of green, hills casting shadows on each other, hill that have ghat running around them- the sight is just so relaxing.
And that is when I realized what Mumbai and NY both don't have as many as Pune does - hills. Hills played such an important part in my life.
As kids my sister and I would climb the stairs of Parvati just so that we could come running on our way down.
My school was on a little hill. My friends and I would ride our bicycles up the little winding uphill road near my school and come racing down.
Then there was Taljai where our school would arrange a picnic for us,and chaturshrungi where my mom would take us to the temple in very navratri.
As I grew older I would trek to the top of Sighgad with my friends. We would have onion bhaji and curd there.
Climbing wagjhai early morning to see if we can catch a glimpse of peacocks was also one of the fondest memories I have.
Life just would have been so incomplete without these experiences.
