Pune is not just a city; it is an emotion.
We Punekars fall in love with this city more and more every day.
Its lanes, roads, forts, trees, hills, and ghats.
Its Puneri Misal, which has the essence and feeling of Pune.
Its buildings may not be as tall, but the hearts exceed expectations.
Some of its lanes may be narrow, but help will always be there when needed.
The Forts of Pune define its courageous history.
Me and my city saw many beautiful rains together and some unfortunate floods.
The scorching sun burned us on some days, but breezy days always followed.
There is a sense of safety even when I return from a late-night show.
Deep down, we may be growing aloof and alone with each passing day.
But every year, during the Ganesh festival, the streets of the city are filled with hope along with the spirit of dhol tasha.
During the new year, the collective roar of the countdown on the streets of Mg Road is deafening as we leave our broken hearts and dejected souls behind.
Does it happen that we tend to become the city that we live in?
