![]() Sharda and Vasu, Yuvraj and Sulochana, Preesha and Rudra team up. Rudra informs that Sunny is missing and they should search whole resort. Rudra says he will call Sharda maa and ask her to call everyone here. Security officer says no as he just had a reporting time with his team and nobody reported him about a lonely kid. Preesha asks if he saw a 7-8-year-old kid. ![]() They rush to reception and question receptionist if they see Sunny as he is missing. Preesha says let us search Sunny in reception and whole resort. Sulochana tries her best, but Rudra ignores her justification. Rudra asks her not to blame Preesha as she knows the reason and Sunny is a kid who cannot think well. Sulochana blames Preesha and says Sunny couldn’t bear Preesha taunts and irritating attitude just like she insults them. Preesha reads the letter that since he came to them, they are always fighting, so he is leaving them. Sulochana rushes in and shows Sunny’s letter to Rudra saying he left the house. Rudra says even he planned this surprise. Preesha kisses Saransh and says I love you kanna. I’m ready to try my luck in a place that I know will never change, and is famous for always staying the same: Los Angeles.MUMBAI: Rudra and Saransh give Preesha a South Indian breakfast surprise. I have to say, I’ve lasted a lot longer than other people who have tried their luck in New York City, but I think it’s time for me to move on. I stood in the park, screaming, “Make it stop! Make it stop! Bring back old New York!” Everyone just looked at me like I was Pete Campbell in an episode of “Mad Men”-and I mean the earlier seasons, not the later ones. Wake up, people! I met my neighbor earlier he’s been here for two whole days, and he doesn’t seem bothered at all. The thing that really gets me is that no one seems as upset about this as I do. Yet, when I venture just one block away, it’s almost as if I’ve entered a new city, somewhere I’ve never been before. Being a New Yorker-and, yes, that is what I call myself-you learn to expect the unexpected. I would blame the mayor, but I have no idea who he is or what a mayor even does. I know what you’re thinking: A lot can happen in one hour of “Mad Men,” but that’s TV, not real life. Since when do children live in New York City? I’ll tell you this much-they weren’t here an episode of “Mad Men” ago. Despite my best efforts to follow him home, I cannot find that man who was wearing a T-shirt and smoking a cigarette. I heard a loud bell ring, and then suddenly there were children everywhere, wearing those tiny backpacks, walking hand in hand with their parents and nannies. But the neighborhood became sanitized and homogeneous so quickly. A man wearing a T-shirt and smoking a cigarette sauntered by. There was trash piled up in front of my building. Whatever the reason, I’m sorry to say, but you missed out.Ī hundred and twenty minutes ago, this neighborhood was only adults. Maybe you weren’t ready to make the leap yet, or maybe you were stuck in traffic on the Kosciuszko Bridge. If you moved here even fifteen New York minutes after I did, you arrived in an entirely different place. I know that what I’m saying might be hard for newcomers to understand. At least I’ll always have the memories of them carrying my boxes while I sat on the floor watching an episode of “Mad Men.” No one can take that from me. My friends and I used to have the same priority-helping me move into my new apartment-and, as hard as it is to accept, theirs changed. “My boss told me to be on time today,” another said. Everyone who was standing next to me has since gone elsewhere. It’s sad to say, but I lost touch with them faster than you can imagine. I remember my first moments in New York as if they were a few seconds ago: my friends were all right there, laughing with me, sharing plans about all the things we were going to do in this big, crazy town. If I can make it here, I can make it anywhere, but if the biggest star in the solar system can’t make it here, well, then maybe it’s time for me to move on, too. When I pulled up in a U-Haul outside my new apartment, it was a bright, sunny day. I wanted to ignore the haters, the people who told me that New York City was over, dead.īut I have to tell the truth: New York City has irrevocably changed in the two hours since I moved here. I said that this city was my home, and I planned to stay forever. The moment I moved to New York City, I knew that this was the place for me. ![]()
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