My mom once asked me, why are you leaving everything, your career, your job, your home?
What did this, which dreamy-eyed movie did you see, which artist caused this?
In 2001, during my school holidays for 10th Pre-boards, I used to listen to stories from my grandmother, stories of what she knew about the 1857 rebellion, of the brothers who created the Kashmiri Gate havelis, of how Gandhi, Tilak and Nehru used to roam the streets I grew upon, of pre-independence poetry bans, of how thousands of monkeys roamed around the Hanuman temple in olden days and so on...
At the end of it all, this journey I am on is all because when I return to my old, abandoned, worn-torn home in Old Delhi, I can proudly say to my home, to my grandmother, that I told a story to the world like yours, a story worth telling.
Like it's said in Mira Nair's "The Namesake": The greatest journeys are the ones that bring you home.
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