…Boston. There is something beyond the tall buildings, the crowd, the sub-ways that caught my affection. The last time I visited Boston was around 2 years back. And I immediately fell for it. I can never forget the enthusiasm with which our group of friends explored the great M.I.T and Harvard campuses. I even visited the famous Boston tea party massacre sight. But this time I just roamed around a couple of streets around Park Station. The first thing anyone would notice is the student crowd of Boston. Every student I saw made me wonder if he/she was from M.I.T or Harvard or one of the numerous colleges of Boston. And then the narrow streets with old apartments on either side, the struggle to get a parking space, the cars parked in the lanes of the roads;all of them are contributors in their own. In fact I guess it’s a thing about any downtown, one just forgets who one is and gets lost in the crowd. Sometimes its this feeling of getting lost in the middle of an ocean of people is what makes you retrospect and realize what you are and who you wanna be.
