walk down memory lane

when we first came to delhi, we stayed at a nice large mp's bungalow in canning lane for a while, where 25 years ago almost to the day my little brother and i discovered a bulbul's nest in a thicket with lovely blue eggs in it. we put it back. we used to try catch mynahs in an improvised bird trap using an upturned bucket and some string, but the mynahs always got away - good for us. summers must've been just as hot as they are now, but we never felt the heat, just endless, dreamy, carefree days of summer vacation, roamin the very quiet, "exclusive" neighborhood with broad avenues and parks and kerala school just opposite and the MEA hostel next door... india gate a stone's throw away, cp just a walk ... we never got to know when the bulbul chicks hatched, but 25 years later, those memories of the days of youth, childhood, innocence are still as fresh, as vivid as then ... that's the delhi i'll always remember, always cherish, always want to come back to, always want to die in...