While I was jumping through one Blog to the Another tonight, I suddenly realised I have never written anything about Hyderabad (India), the place that houses many of my memories, the one close to my heart - both pleasant and Bitter, The Beholder of my childhood, My Innocence and My Old Self.

For all who are unaware, I come from Hyderabad, also termed as ‘Nawabo ka shehar’ meaning ‘City of Royals’.  The reason its calles so is because This City inhabited many Mughals way back in History during their peak ruling Era. There still live many such people there whose hierarchy can be traced back to the once ruling Mughals.

The local language spoken there is Urdu, a language which is pure joy to listen to and equally difficult to learn, Although Many people speak a mix of Hindi and Urdu, which is quite popular and easy to grasp. Only a Few people could speak and understand pure Urdu, specially those who inhabited in there through generations.

The People of Hyderabad are famous for their hospitality, where Respect and Manners rule every Person’s Life and Attitude. I have visited Cities like Bangalore and Mumbai to name some, but dint like them as much as I Love Hyderabad. Hyderabad is worldy famous for possessing the Real Pearls (used in jewellery) and for its Rich and Aromatic Foods. There never comes a tourist to Hyd, who would leave without tasting every delicacy Hyd is famous for like Hyderabadi Biryani and Khubani ka meetha ( Apricot Dessert) to name a few.

The weddings held there are pure delight to witness and enjoy. The traditional customs knitted along the Modern fashion gives a dazzling outcome which is worth witnessing. The wide spread of food, the beautiful decorations enveloping the whole area, Gathering of people wearing rich colours and textures …. Gosh! I miss Hyd …

Call me patriotic, Or Call me a Traditional Hyderabadi, Choose your pick for  I Love Hyderabad and always would. The one who has visited Hyd, would most certainly agree with me, Woudnt you ?? I shall be in the near future inshallah be posting some of the pictures of Hyderabad Delights and Possession. Keep Waiting till then …
My Pride, My Love - Hyderabad

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Just as I was thinking about writing something, A familiar feeling sorrounded me. My mind traced back to years from now. How familiar that time felt, yet felt as I was watching someone else life reel playing before me. Was it really me ? I couldnt believe so. Looking back, What and Who was I ? Am I still the same ?? Looks like I have changed, such that I cannot at places believe that would have been Me.

When talked about years back, It never fails to remind me of My wedding, The time which seemed to fly very soon, So many times I wanted to hold on to it, knowing it wont come back again - The freshness, the innocense, the bloom of a new relationship. And Just when I thought Life was fair, Z had to go back to Canada, which was always supposed to happen, for which our minds were quite prepared, Or were They ??? It reminds me of The lonely time I spent waiting for my Visa with anguish and envy. ” My greeting to the fortunate Country (Canada), who has for its daily companion the Man, I hold closest to my Heart’ I would think. Truly, What days were those, Filled with anticipation and anxiety, relishing every second I was blessed to spend with my parents and also hating every second I was far from Z. If I would have told you I enjoyed as well as Hated my (waiting) time back then, you wouldnt believe me, But that was/is True, more than truth itself.

I feel a tear trickling down my cheek. Why am I crying ? Is It a silent thanks to Allah for finally uniting us, Or Is it in regret that I was so much hungry for Z’s presence that I couldn’t enjoy my parents company ? Or Is it because I am simply a Human - Never satisfied, always finding faults/flaws … !!!

‘Patience brings Greater Rewards’ - they say. ‘Easier said than Done’ - I reply.

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