I spoke to the streets of my city
And heard silences from the past
No past love peeked at the corners
No anger poured through its crevices
No voices called out my name
Where once the lanes wrote tales 
Of success and despair,
Of the obstinacy of childhood,
And impertinence of youth,
A strange reticence persists
I sought them out;
Those tales, in their place of birth.
Validating what I know,
Rummaging facts among
Heaps of concocted fiction
I walked the streets of my city
Stepping into the footprints I once made
Finding my feet to be the same
But the ground beneath was anew
As was the sky above
Have we traveled so far in directions unknown?
Me and my city?
That my steps seem vaguely foreign
In the grand game of change
I now wonder
Will we ever meet again?
Parth Pandya is a passionate Tendulkar fan, diligent minion of the ‘evil empire’, persistent writer at http://parthp.blogspot.com, self-confessed Hindi movie geek, avid quizzer, awesome husband (for lack of a humbler adjective) and a thrilled father of two. He grew up in Mumbai and spent the last eleven years really growing up in the U.S. and is always looking to brighten up his day through good coffee and great puns.
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