Pace of life12:52 PM
While we were in Lucknow, we took a very much needed time out from Mumbai's fast pace life. A respite from the heavy traffic, noise, pollution, and constant need to rush from one place to another. Live in any metro in India, and then go to a smaller city and you are sure to notice a difference instantly.
For us it never fails, we end up sleeping a lot the first few days, and then realise how much more sedate life is in DH's native place. The irony being that even DH who grew up in this city admitted he could no longer live there without feeling a bit bored. He has been away too long and metro living has changed him.
Don't get me wrong, we love to come to Lucknow for a visit, but living there would be an entirely ball game. not only is it moving at a slower pace than we are used to, it is also far more a traditional and conservative place. And the few years we spent in Mumbai has altered us even more than all the ones we spent in Bangalore.
Mumbai, the financial capital of India, the Island city, Maximum City, the city that never sleeps. The city that will change you, and demand you give it your 200%. A city that while having many communities coexisting and bring to the cultural heritage only truly knows one "religion": hard work. Mumbaikars are usually no frills, no nonsense, casual, down to the point people...by necessity. Coming from the fastest paced city in the country it is clear we are now a different breed all together. One that welcomes a breather, but will find it unsettling fast enough to want to go back to our mad rush faced paced routine and we never even really saw it coming.
While in Lucknow, we still took pleasure in many things. Ishita and I have a favourite spot in my in-laws house :
The garden. My in-laws like many in Lucknow have a nicely sized house that comes with a nice little garden in the front. A thing we already didn't see commonly in Bangalore and is a sheer rarity in Mumbai. I myself like heading to that garden after grabbing a cup of tea from the kitchen in the morning and soak up the early morning sun rays. I did the same thing for years in Bangalore on our terrace, and still find myself heading to our balcony here in Mumbai. Ishita being as outdoorsy as I am. She likes the garden as a substitute for the park visit daily in our neighbourhood back home and the tree she likes the most in her grand parents house is this one :
A lemon tree that has been there for many years and bears a lot of fruits. She can't resist plucking a few to smell them whenever we go. Despite her not even really liking lemonades or anything with lemons in it. The fruit fascinate her, ask long as she doesn't have to eat it. And her going after these lemons bring back memories of my going to the vegetable garden at my own grand ma's house to pluck ripe cherry tomatoes, or my eagerly waiting for her big cherry tree to bear ripe cherries.
Interestingly, I grew up in Geneva, while my parents came from a small town about 40 kilometres away from it. Geneva while nowhere nearly as faced paced as Mumbai is. It is still the 3rd Largest city in my home country, and has a definite big city feel. Both my parents both said they could no longer live in their home town, the way DH says it about Lucknow. But like DH or me, they still find pleasure in visiting once in a while and that tiny small town by the lake still has its charm regardless.
How interesting it is that cities get to change us as much as we change them in the long run.