Sadashiv Peth Diaries...
Today, yet again walking on the roads of Sadashiv Peth I paused and was mesmerised by those streets: old yet new, dusty yet beautiful and crowded yet belonging. The stories of hope and homeliness that these streets, the vintage wadas, tall trees and a group of passing by elders out for their morning walk are yet unheard of. Beyond the puneri pathya and 1-4 sleep, the scent of wisdom that fills these peths is yet to be written and spoken of. A lot is been said and written about the ORN but the tales of Sadashiv peth are yet to be narrated for… “कभी इसे ऊँचाई से देखना… लाखों सपनों का समंदर है ये यहाँ पर आपको जज्बों की , उम्मीदों की, निराशाओं की अनगिनत कहानियाँ सुनने मिलेंगी ।" ( TVF Aspirants ) The stories change, characters change but the place stays. From the morning newspaper discussions over tea that wakes up every corner of the peth to soft hymns and morning aartis that lights the streets in gold, from the Xerox shops to infinite number of 'khanawals', fr...
