London

In my mind, it is *the* big city. I first visited when I was 6 and I kept the stereotypical images of it in my mind: doubledeckers, taxis, phone booths, bobbies, bridges, palaces, the houses of Parliament and Big Ben, churches, etc.

But my love affair with the city didn't begin then. I've been brought up on British literature, on tales of London, the big city, where magic lurks around every corner, the Famous Five did go there, the Naughtiest Girl, the Secret Seven, so did the elves and fairies, the wishing chair flew over it, the Queen lives there, it's the heart of an empire, Diagon Alley and King's Cross Station.

I went back thrice. It was the first city I walked around in completely on my own, I fell in love there, I met my best friend there after 5 years of only letters and phone calls, met up with many friends & family-members, made friends, had the best latté ever, got lost and found my way again.

London, I love you!

Little London night
Shiny pavement, yellow red and white
Oh, that I have seen this

The women and the men
A theatre so thin and danced to death
When do they know they mean it?

A grey light in an English room
My head so full of missing you
You, my lover you.