After college I made some very good friends in Chandigarh. Chandigarh can be covered in just half an hour. Its very small city. Too small. Too urban. No one knows who lives in adjoining home or worse in the adjoining room. I met my sweetheart in Chandigarh. Too many things in my life happened in Chandigarh.
The Bhatura King, pop corns and “expresso” coffee around fountain plaza, Deepak radio, Indian Cafe House still beats Cafe Coffee day and Barista, having tandoori paranthas at midnight at bus stand, weekend carnivals, Woodland showroom, my Levi’s and Wrangles jeans, my T-s, shopping with bhaiya, bhabhi, Titli aka Navneet, Bhawu 
, Nitin, Shikhs, Bunty and even with Naga, and then my endless trips to Sukhna Lake with Shubhranshu for NSTP or in short bird watching, and Fried rice with Rajmah at Stu C with NSTP, and oh that coffee after the meal at StuC never kept me awake, (-|, Dr. Khosla’s dinosaurs, and museum in sector 10, PGIMER,22 sector and Shikha’s fetish for ear rings, and my darling’s inability to find any dhang ki item in Shastri market, where her roomies used to go for shopping…
…I miss Chandigarh 
I Chandigarh.
Dionne Warwick is not so common name in India(sadly Metallica is). Here are some lines of a song written just for her:
Fame and fortune is a magnet.
It can pull you far away from home
With a dream in your heart you are never alone.
Dreams turn into dust and blow away
And there you are without a friend
You pack your car and ride away
The songs is “Do you know the way to San Jose?”
brought back lots of memories of bullying u to take me to all the shopping trips, and the samosa at the corner of sec21..
haan re
this post reminds me a lot of nostalgia. Chd… it finishes as soon as it begins, but is endless when it comes to memories I have of there. And Indian Coffee House hai. Pata hain even now, whenever my mum dad go to Sec 17, they go there!
Ah! I miss!