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Hi,

Today, as I leave Pune for the second time. There is very less left to loose.
When I started my journey,  I had a nothing, this nothing was then nurtured into a blank that attracted a way of life. a way of life- I call as ‘A day’

Today, as I leave the city, that blank has changed into a vaccum,  a state that is crushing me into myself. I don’t know what it will build. I have become a lot  silent, when I am alone- and a lot more talkative when I am having company. 

Today, as I leave the city to a new land, where I know none, where none knows me, I wonder not what will become of me. that scares me, but the scare emboldens me. For I wish to know, wish to feel what every person here in this country feels and knows. The life they talk of not but live.

To the poeple of Pune, a would beg again, please care for the city.
Care for the river, and I say it not to the PMC but to the people, care for the river. She is in a destute condition, government can clean it but people are the one who have to stop polluting it. She serves that is her  duty but then it is ours duty too to alleast not to repay her favours with filth and chemicals.

And care for the trees, indian philosophy preaches us- every person should plant a tree atleast once in  five years. and it works. The city that has made lakhs of people proud, the lovely atmosphere, the lovely-light hearted people, the culture, they are not child of the concrete but of the atmosphere we enjoy here.
and that once destroyed, once replaced by the heartless concrete, will not return again.

and care for the children, they are the future, what you teach them- will decide the future of city.

I wish not to talk of details, because they are irrelevent without a proper base and the  details change with time. and I can’t predict them.

what I can predict is the new journey that I take will be another of lords blessings. what It will bring will also be lord’s blessing.

May the Gods keep on blessing the city of Pune.

yours’ truely,
Apurva

with love and sunshines.

Hi,

i am no longer,
the young turk, i was,
yes, i was a desperate soul.
Desperate, yes, that is what i was,
to have a life,
a thought,
a someone & yes,
for a life.

Times! You favour me not,
times, you like me not.
I know that you care for me not.
But you love,
i know that- for i breathe and that your winds fire me.

No, i am no longer,
the young turk i was,
you call it experience,
i call it defeat.

I used to wonder-why?
I used to thunder-why not!
But now, the silent me,
licking his wounds,
licking his wounded heart,
talks not, speaks not.

But waits, awaits
for the new sun,
that waiting sea,
for it still believes,
in the words of thee.

Yes, i am no longer the young turk,
but i am
and that is truth for me.

I called my own self today
and asked can I be alone with it,
away from my thoughts.

hard it was,
but for a few moments,
It was arranged.
all my thoughts lost to anger,
it took not much of courage.

There we were,
me and me staring
each other in the eye.
we knew,
yes we did,
my life his,
his mine indeed.

so we stared until
tears slid down my eye,
I can not wipe them,
he said,
but - Hey! go on.

You are doing good,
he said, you are doing good;
then he disappered.


……Apurva