|The city that gave me colourful wings|
As I packed my stuff I realised ( I should have seen it in Pforzheim but it was too close to too much) that I have accumulated far too much junk and I can’t shift with such a large closet. Especially in the green fern bus (thank God for the prices!) that I’ve been taking. So, now I downsize and create space for new things in life (and make myself sound profound).
In excitement I bought a lot of Indian flour (thinking I was going to cook delicacies all summer) -ending up using little. I didn’t want to throw it. So, I thought I could give it to the Gurudwara, which is far. Finally, as I went to my Samosa wallah (from Ludhiana), I politely offered to give it to him (and checked if it were fine by him since I felt he would be able to use it). He readily accepted and dramatically said, ‘khaane ke liye hi toh aaye hain ghar se door’ [ haven’t we come just to eat so far from home]. I thought of Amrish Puri in Dil Waale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge. I did think, that was the audience Yashraj is making those Hindi movies for. For a moment, I thought- while it is something to be grateful for- but my answer for why I am or if I would like to be in Germany isn’t going to be as simple as that. I had access to food and resources in India without many problems. And eventually the flour went to Simon (with a Youtube how to) since the Indian shop were closed in the morning.
Maybe that’s why a part of me is thrilled to be going back to Pforzheim and its small town-ness. I like simple.