Of Durgapur, Of home, Of family

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So it is time to go back to the city that push me to my limits. My short stay at home was worth it for it paved the way for my much needed break. Things have changed in my hometown Durgapur. To start with, Muchipara- one of the bus stations in Durgapur, where passengers are expected to empty their seats and get down, has changed tremendously with all its new infrastructure and since this was my visit to Durgapur after three and a half months, I surely could not locate the place properly. It all seemed so alien to me that I made up my mind to get down at City Centre. But then thankfully I could locate from quite a distance, my father's Scooty and fortunately I got down in the needed place. Well Durgapur is losing it's greenery with all the new useless buildings popping up almost everywhere your eyes can lead you to. The heat here has become strange and probably more intense. Why I say strange is because it is too hot and it becomes difficult to stare anywhere in the broad daylight without your sunglasses, but at the same time the heat won't make you sweat. Evenings in Durgapur make to my list of favourites. It helps me relax and triggers by good emotions; as I said it was my much needed break. And I definitely had some quality time with my family. Bliss it was.

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