Once you have Pune hangover, it is difficult to find a cure. It’s been about a year since I left Pune, but I’m still hungover and I have no intention for sobriety. “Pune is an addiction.” these were the words someone told me the day I moved to Pune. At that time I didn’t fully understand what it meant, but after living in Pune and leaving Pune, I now fathom how much truth those words bear.
They say home is where the heart is and Pune sure was my home for a while. My Pune memories have inspired me to write a few lines.
Magarpatta, my humble abode for a while, I miss ya
The vibrant streets of M G Road and F C Road, I miss ya
Spicy misal pav and tempting vada pav, I miss ya
Kayani Bakery’s heavenly cupcakes and aromatic wine cookies, I miss ya
Chaitanya’s delectable parathas and Sujata’s flavorful mastanis, I miss ya
Enchanting cafes and alluring eateries, I miss ya
Those delightful bike rides and memorable weekend getaways, I miss ya
Sahyadri mountains, I miss ya
Conversations in Marathi, I miss ya
All the friends I made there, I miss ya
That endearing Pune vibe, I miss ya
Oh Pune, goddamn I so much miss ya…