East Coast
My earliest memory of this east coast city was that of roughly 8 years ago. Life was very different then. I’ve heard people say that all the cells in our body get replaced in like 7 years, and turns out this is false. It would have been cool if this was true though. Anyway, this was my fourth visit to the city. The first visit was more of a touristy visit even though a lot was going on, the question of ‘what next?’ was in my head. The next visit was a pleasant outcome of the ‘what next?’ question of the previous visit. And these were quite memorable two days, with a lot of chaos which seem amusing today. I got a bruise, my father’s first flight(he called the plane - a city bus), I lost my mother’s phone, the first trip of us four. My third visit was in the middle of the pandemic, right before the second wave and we were grieving the loss of our dear Mili. This time, with the assurance of technology aka Google Maps, I ventured out on the streets of the city. And to my surprise I ma...