Loving The Other.

I have been in this city for more then a decade and look how it makes me feel home.
The people here are just too busy but the walks and the buses and all the Other stuff makes me feel home.

The street food, the vada pav stalls all that makes me feel I'm home.
The humans running from this part to that part Don't.
The smiling bus stops and post offices make me feel home. The humans are stuck with a mobile phone and using their thumbs to create history and look that red old post office is still waiting here. It smiles at me everytime I cross by it, waiting for me to post a letter, well that's what he thinks. While I send a message to my grandmother over this technology upgraded thing. Over all these things I also see a sparrow over it looking for its fellow beings , oh well I too can't see them in. I guess we made them fly away. As a kid I would addore them, they would wake me up for school and now suddenly the alarm does.

I remember hugging dad while leaving for school and now suddenly in the morning I hug my phone and leave home.

But in the last few years I realised that, oh lord, I love the other being more.
The city, the food, the places, the trees the birds, the animals because they seem to just smile back to me and not with a emoji.