The bus crawled into New York City Flutter of joy rushed into me; Never ever before, I've ever come here. But why is it then so familiar?
Crowd, congestion, cosmopolitan, rhythm- The tide and ebb of rush lean Manhattan. Though miles of distances lay between two urban; City of Joy and popular New York In a jiffy I completely forgot.
The Time Square Magic -- two in one A Sikh, yellow cab driver in turban, bright orange- Gives a hand, carries my bag; as I wait in queue; for my turn. Strange; he be destined other than anyone; Drives me further to city centre youth hostel. New York by self, in two thousand three, loneliness not felt.
The hustle, the bustle, busy bee purposeful- Summer breeze rustle filling smile in people. Was I in the streets of a foreign land? Or home; in pin code one? Exceptional dream wearing new uniform! Yes, I did feel at home; in far away city of Manhattan. New York City, World at your feet, being there was a great treat.
