Freedom
When I came to this city, my first impression was very vague. To describe my emotions, I would like to pen down a poem. I hated the running around, the cacophonous sound, the never ending nights, the extremely bright lights, the non-stop rains, and the rush in the local trains. I felt like going back home, into the known world, my own Rome. I thought it was a struggle with destiny, but my mind wanted mutiny. Somehow a month passed by, the city embraced me but I still wanted to bid goodbye. I spoke to my dad, he said you can come home my dear lad, but fight it out in the city for a year, it may just bring you some cheer. So I dug my heels in, prepared to face every sin. Slowly and gradually the city won me over, Going back home seemed like a push over. I never realized that a shift had taken place, my bachelor pad had turned into a home I now embraced. As ...