#AtoZChallenge : To Hubballi
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Dear Hubballi,
I don’t remember the first time I saw you, but for 22 years
of my life- that is the most part of my life I’ve lived here. When I was there,
I didn’t seem to appreciate the things there but now that I am away I realize
how much I miss you. It is true for everything in our lives isn’t it? We don’t
realize the worth of something until we no longer have it?
of my life- that is the most part of my life I’ve lived here. When I was there,
I didn’t seem to appreciate the things there but now that I am away I realize
how much I miss you. It is true for everything in our lives isn’t it? We don’t
realize the worth of something until we no longer have it?
My first memories of you are all from my house. Running
around my house, mom giving me food, scribbling on the walls of my house when I
first learned to hold a pencil, running on the roads while playing and the list
goes. The sounds, the visuals sometimes still feel fresh in my mind. I can go
on with the memories- of my first day at school and all the other days, the
early morning walks to the church, the crowded and noisy Saturday markets, the
peaceful silence of my backyard. I grew up there- from a little kid going to
school to the engineer that I’ve become now- all of it happened there.
around my house, mom giving me food, scribbling on the walls of my house when I
first learned to hold a pencil, running on the roads while playing and the list
goes. The sounds, the visuals sometimes still feel fresh in my mind. I can go
on with the memories- of my first day at school and all the other days, the
early morning walks to the church, the crowded and noisy Saturday markets, the
peaceful silence of my backyard. I grew up there- from a little kid going to
school to the engineer that I’ve become now- all of it happened there.
Since you aren’t such a big city, a lot of times I used to
complain. About roads that aren’t good, about not having many places of
interest to visit, about the dust, about the pigs that run around on the roads
like always and list goes on. But after living in a big city for almost a year
now, I know what I miss. Every place has its own share of problems and you had
yours too. But the joy in little things that you provided cannot be found
elsewhere. I knew most of the people staying around my house and each one of
them cared about me from the time I was a kid to now- when I walk by the street
occasionally. A big city cannot give me that experience.
complain. About roads that aren’t good, about not having many places of
interest to visit, about the dust, about the pigs that run around on the roads
like always and list goes on. But after living in a big city for almost a year
now, I know what I miss. Every place has its own share of problems and you had
yours too. But the joy in little things that you provided cannot be found
elsewhere. I knew most of the people staying around my house and each one of
them cared about me from the time I was a kid to now- when I walk by the street
occasionally. A big city cannot give me that experience.
Where
we love is home,
Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
-Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.,
we love is home,
Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
-Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.,
Work may have taken to a different place but you will always be
the place where I grew up, the place that made me, me. It was hard to go away
but I had to because of lack of opportunities. But remember, I will always miss
you when I am away because I have so many memories in you. Hope to see you
soon.
the place where I grew up, the place that made me, me. It was hard to go away
but I had to because of lack of opportunities. But remember, I will always miss
you when I am away because I have so many memories in you. Hope to see you
soon.
Love,
Reema
Note: Hubballi is a city in the northern part of Karnataka state,
India. I wasn’t born there but I was brought up there. I completed my education
there and this city holds special significance in my life.
India. I wasn’t born there but I was brought up there. I completed my education
there and this city holds special significance in my life.
I’m taking up the #AtoZChallenge and my theme is “A letter for a letter”. So make sure you read
all the letters from A to Z.
all the letters from A to Z.
Also participating in the Ultimate Blog Challenge.
We do not appreciate the beauty of the city we grew in when we stay there. We take it for granted. Home land is home. Nothing can beat it
Seeya
Yes we always take for granted the things that we have.
Ahh, this was beautiful, a nostalgic run! Lovely Reema
@KalaRavi16 from
Relax-N-Rave
Thank you Kala 🙂
Good to know more about your city!
G- Greatness isn't self proclaimed
Thank you 🙂
Well written. You make me miss Hubli. It has given me a lot many things.
Yes it has. Btw, commenting from Hubli 😀
We usually don't value anything when we have it but does when it is away from us. It's human nature. Love the way you described and I imagined your city beautifully. Keep writing!! 🙂
@bloggerabhi1 from
StyleBurp
Thank you Abhinav 🙂
I never heard of Hubballi before today, but I know what you mean by missing the place where you grew up. When we are young we just strive for something different or "more exciting," but once we get to these new places, we sometimes realize we miss what was simple, and what was true. I love small towns with open spaces.
Hubballi is a small place so obviously you wouldn't have heard about it. Yes I too like open spaces now.
Thanks for the comment.
Good post Reema. Your fondness for Hubballi comes through very well. I can totally relate to this feeling.
Good going on the AtoZ!!
Thank you Archana 🙂
Great Post Reema, you made me homesick
Thank you 🙂
The hometown and the sweet memories related to it! It's a familiar feeling!
Nibha @ Expressions
Yes it indeed is 🙂 Thanks for the comment 🙂
OMG!!! I am from Hubli! <3 We should catch up! Of course endless love to the city and to this post! 🙂
Yes, we definitely must! 🙂 Nice meeting you 🙂