We were on the road as the sun rose in the sky and the last of the dew drops disappeared; the NH7 in front of us – expansive, solid, aged, full of stories of so many generations, when a song popped on my playlist – “jugni rukh pipal da hoyi, jisnoo pujeta har koi, jisdi phasal kise na boi, ghar vi rakh sake na koi”.
You put into words my feelings for Lucknow. I’ve lived there only for 4-5 years but it will always be home. Every time someone says they’re from Lucknow, I’m in a puddle thinking of them as my own. I didn’t know how to articulate that. Thanks to you, I do now.
You put into words my feelings for Lucknow. I’ve lived there only for 4-5 years but it will always be home. Every time someone says they’re from Lucknow, I’m in a puddle thinking of them as my own. I didn’t know how to articulate that. Thanks to you, I do now.
That’s so beautifully put Nupur. Turning into a puddle is it! I feel that when some talks / serenades to me in Punjabi :)