A town that once went to bed early is now up well past midnight, with pubs, cafes & eateries staying open, hosting residents of a city that has changed from a pensioners’ paradise to a young metropolis.
That is how this morning’s article in The Times Of India, Pune edition, about my home city starts. Please read on to learn about what a decrepit old codger I have become. The writer certainly had me and all my friends in mind when he wrote – “Old timers recall the sleepy roads of Pune of the late Eighties.Hostellers from the early Nineties recall fun Sunday evenings in Deccan, which would end with them rushing to catch the last bus at a rather late hour of 8pm, after which the bus frequency dropped.”
But, make no mistake about it. Neither I nor my friends would like to live in any other city in this world.