I've realized more now that I am not a city person, a Delhi person. I ate lunch today at a Pizza Hut because the momo stand wasn't there. I could have gone somewhere else, but I didn't feel like traveling and I didn't have any other ideas. There were girls comparing and taking pictures of each other on their fancy phones. There were kids that looked my age but screamed and laughed and teased each other like the world encompassed a five foot bubble around them.
Delhi is really a strange place to be, because for all I can get enamored with markets and new clothes, it fades, and again I find myself yearning something beyond what I can get here. There are a few reasons I can point at that keep my heart in New Hampshire's mountains. Freedom, that freedom to walk out the door and keep walking and get yourself lost in the woods is one. In the mountains, you can be completely alone, and you can escape from all the world. Delhi isn't like that remotely. Even disregarding the curfew of the dorm, you're never left alone in Delhi, there is no escaping the world, no feeling of being apart, and no wandering alone in Delhi.
Another is the idea of lack. I'm understanding a little more that it is precisely the shortcomings of rural living that give it charm, but charm isn't a good word for it. Nature makes up for the lack of things to do, lack of economy. The lack of human activity allows for beauty. Delhi is intense, no few feet go by without a person, walking, begging. There is so little room for any nature, anything beautiful in Delhi. In my experience in New Hampshire, the lack of things to buy adds worth. The lack of things to do drives you to the woods, and to contentment with nothing to do but wandering the woods.
Delhi is a very strange place for me of all people to be in, whose life dream is a small cabin with a garden and no sight of my neighbors. It is, however, temporary, and here to teach me something about freedom, and something about beauty, that I wouldn't find if it was so easily given to me, as it has been before.
Delhi is really a strange place to be, because for all I can get enamored with markets and new clothes, it fades, and again I find myself yearning something beyond what I can get here. There are a few reasons I can point at that keep my heart in New Hampshire's mountains. Freedom, that freedom to walk out the door and keep walking and get yourself lost in the woods is one. In the mountains, you can be completely alone, and you can escape from all the world. Delhi isn't like that remotely. Even disregarding the curfew of the dorm, you're never left alone in Delhi, there is no escaping the world, no feeling of being apart, and no wandering alone in Delhi.
Another is the idea of lack. I'm understanding a little more that it is precisely the shortcomings of rural living that give it charm, but charm isn't a good word for it. Nature makes up for the lack of things to do, lack of economy. The lack of human activity allows for beauty. Delhi is intense, no few feet go by without a person, walking, begging. There is so little room for any nature, anything beautiful in Delhi. In my experience in New Hampshire, the lack of things to buy adds worth. The lack of things to do drives you to the woods, and to contentment with nothing to do but wandering the woods.
Delhi is a very strange place for me of all people to be in, whose life dream is a small cabin with a garden and no sight of my neighbors. It is, however, temporary, and here to teach me something about freedom, and something about beauty, that I wouldn't find if it was so easily given to me, as it has been before.
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