A decade ago I used to rush past these streets, in an attempt to make it on time to catch the college bus. Years have gone by and yet it feels like time stood still in Jorhat.
Rows of ‘Sardar’ shops satisfying the demand of fashionable Churidaar and kurta, the Old Balibat road, still cobbled and narrow, cramped with various shops and stalls, Pani poori vendors at different corners surrounded by groups of enthusiastic girls waiting for their turn to cherish the tangy flavors of ‘Putcha’.
Once upon a time, I was one of them too. I soaked it in, the essence of my city as I made my way to Tea Time, to grab my slice of happiness – spicy chicken Momo. No matter how much I have grown, I turn into the same little college girl who had spend many a days in this portion of the city, happily devouring chola bhatura and hot samosa with friends, shopped for hours on with siblings and rejoiced the stunning Pandals installed during the festival of Durga Pooja.