Flying to Lucknow

Why do literary artists abuse the places where I spent my childhood? Don’t they have something better to tell? Going down memory lane…it happens so often i get amazed to read literary artist marking those small alleys as dingy and filthy. I ask one question to myself: did I spend my childhood amidst filth? Probably yes – probably not. I used to play and chat there they were not filthy - were they? I had the luxury of time – which I have lost in this swank city. I owe almost all the employability to those, not so dingy, lanes; in fact not at all dingy.

Somewhere I read Arundhati Roy writing, stories cull authors to be told. I don’t know whether it goes with abuses too.