Week 10 and 11
|The chicago river is green due to St Ptricks Day celebration|
In an hour after my auto drive I was sipping jasmine tea in a Chinese restaurant. It was packed to the core….the air smelled of spicy soy sauce and freshly cooked soup. The aroma was overpowering ( in a good way) and it was hard to wait for food to come in. I was treating my sister and her family from my first salary. My little nephew was right next too me, sipping his chicken-corn soup….as his little fingers reached out to get the spring roll - there was a huge party of youngsters who made their way to the table next to ours - looked like a birthday celebration. They seemed to be charmed by the little fellow next to me, they asked him his name, his favorite color, his school….
”April shower brings May flowers” there was still snow on the ground and the winds were bone chilling. “This is weird, it has never been like this, we don’t get snow in April”. I did not care, I was excited to see snow for the first time in my life, I felt like I lived in a snow globe - it was enchanting. Two years from a warm March evening in a Chinese restaurant in the heart of South Delhi, I was in Moline - a small city in the Midwest ,United States.
I fell in love with Schaumburg ( suburb of Chicago) from the very first moment, it still felt pale compared to the hustle and bustle of Delhi, but I liked the quite, it was not lonely like Moline and not half as crowded as Delhi. Delhi, my days were packed, late nights - working on media reports till whee ours of morning....family, friends, street food, work, you can loose a life time without having a milli second to ponder. Here I was with time on my hands - that's all I had and a new life. These two lives were poles apart, as though they were from different eras. Slowly I become comfortable with my new life, and it became a part of me….walking on the streets of Chicago on a near perfect spring day, the traffic, walking through pedestrians, brings back memories of almost two decades. Even with it’s brutal cold winters, the city has an energy to it. As we drove back to the exit that took us home, I saw the city lights fade into the horizon ....this was home....