My earliest memory of you is of birds chirping as clean, crisp morning air filled my lungs while cycling to school. Back then, I was too young to realise how lucky I was to be born in the lap of the Aravallis, surrounded by lakes and lush greenery.
I remember going to Fatehsagar after school, where young, innocent love found the space to bloom, where marathoners ran in a state of meditative peace, where happy senior citizens connected over laughter and shared wellbeing.
Udaipur, you are so magical with how you accept everyone. It is so wonderful to see a woman in a ghoonghat and a foreigner in shorts laugh together on the ghats of Pichola with no common language except for kindness and love.
I love seeing the camaraderie when the old city celebrates holi, everyone gets coloured in the oneness of humanity.
I have I loved you deeply and yet had to leave you, because I had mountains to climb and miles to go before I slept. But you know, I found you everywhere I went.
I saw you in the people of Himachal, I found you in the beautiful sunsets in Goa, I found you in the sunshine in Delhi, and I found you in my excitement whenever I exclaimed, "You've never been to Udaipur? You need to visit ASAP! I will host you".
Udaipur, you have taught me patience, love, respect and honesty. And I can't wait to return to your embrace. Till then, here's my love letter to you.
Your green cover, birds chirping, women giggling while going to the well, and children playing in the pond. I miss that all.
The birds chirping was my alarm for the day; the giggling of the woman going to the well to fill water, the children jumping in the pond, I miss that all.
Both of us have forgotten each other. Maybe I have failed you more than I used to love you.
The beauty you had when the corn used to grow was like your long hair, yours with the mustard flower on your long silk hair.
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But her father, who afterwards worked as a street vendor selling vegetable could not provide her with the money to travel to a practice game.
But I was very confident that my daughter would handle everything," says #JasiaAkhtar's father.
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In 2012, Lalita's face was severely disfigured when her cousin threw acid at her over some minor argument at a family wedding in her home town of Azamgarh in Uttar Pradesh.
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So many surgeries later, too, my face was deformed.
In need of a change, I moved from Azamgarh to Kalwa in Thane near Mumbai," says Lalita.
One day, Lalita dialled the wrong number. Or so she thought.
A fortnight after making the call, the Mumbai woman received a call back from the number.