Where houses are big and unfinished,
And roads are narrow or non-existent.
Where a millionaire, his accountant and their house-help
May live on plots next to each other.
Where driving badly and parking arbitrarily are the norms.
And so is honking incessantly,
To stay safe from bad driving,
And to clear the arbitrary parking.
Where two-wheelers are not discarded
After buying a car,
Because cars can never go in the market.
Where the shopkeepers know a loyal customer
Even after a thirteen year hiatus.
Where giving a treat at home is still normal,
And going to a restaurant special.
Where you are expected to and you do
Turn up for an invitation sent barely an hour ago.
Where you visit the neighbours
Just to meet.
Where news can be passed on
By shouting across the street.
Where you still keep track of
Who lives where, who works where
And Whose kids have gone where.
The small town
Where I had grown up!