From Lucknow to Lahore, I wonder if the leaves change texture; if the breeze hits different, if the ground morphs, too. From one state to the next over the border, I wonder how the air tastes stranger; if the streets look forgien, if the people do, too. These decades that have flown by, how much transformations have they brought? If we have grown up now, have we forgotten our ties? From Lucknow to Lahore, I find that the chatter does shift; I hear Hindi, Punjabi, Awadhi, Urdu and all their dialects carry variance. But, from Lucknow to Lahore, I also see people; their countenance marking a similarity from their past, their tradition, their culture- covering the differences so you can see them become one and the same.
Writer: Nila Dhruv
Illustrated by: Ruchita
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