Would you prefer to live in a really old historical city, or a really new modern city?

A good comparison of living in ‘an old historical city versus living in a new modern city’ can only be made if you have ever lived in both and luckily I had. I had spent the majority of my life in an urban modern outlook. A city that has given me my childhood, friends, the best degrees, good work, easy lifestyle, anything and everything in just a click of a button or a doorstep away, be it medicines, vegetables, food, milkman, tailor service, postman anything literally, you can ask for.

A metro city, a city which never sleeps; a city with all the modern amenities,

Active rocking nightlife, a working day culture,

Occupied traffic jams with ramming horns and beeps,

Skyscrapers and the high buildings, making it hard to see the morning sky,

Busy joggers track while it’s still 4 in the morning,

The subways never empty, the roads ever clear,

No sight of greens ever closer, we walked covering the nose,

People were always in a dash, and the city that always remained in some rush.

At 24, everything so far so good, I had been living the best years of my life until one day I had to move to a rural built. ‘Why’ might not be of importance, but the city as I heard had been known as a tourist spot. It still did not sound delightful. I had assumed a very different cultural outlook of the same. Since it was in a state of the desert, I assumed it to have no proper water or electrical facility, sand dunes all around, no seasonal vegetables, no buildings, no friends, no multiplexes, no good crowd, no services at the doorstep. I knew life was going to be hard.

On the day of our final movement, we (me and my partner) took a journey by road. We had our personal convenience and the travel required twelve hours of non-stop driving. Covering twelve hours of tiresome journey we reached the city which had only mountains expanding both sides of the road. No sand dunes, only greenery, mountains, lakes all around. I had no words of the first exploration of the city.

I was surprised from head to toe; it wasn’t anything I assumed it to be. The best sights of my life had been here. It might not have given me all the modern amenities or all the services at home but it had given me the room to explore, clear fresh environment, no traffics, peaceful lifestyle, cultural architecture, amazing food, historical monuments, easy sunrise and beautiful sunsets and most of all, my love for photography.

It had given me such breathtaking sceneries:

If given a choice now, I would any day choose to live in a really old historic city. Why? Because I always wanted to live in:

A non-metro city, a city which sleeps when we all do; a city with no modern amenities but culture,

A city with its own choices,

With no occupied traffic jams and ramming horns and beeps,

With no skyscrapers and the high buildings, making it hard to see the morning sky,

No busy joggers track while it’s still 4 in the morning,

The subways empty, the roads clear,

Sight of greens everywhere,

Where people are never in a dash and the city never remains in some rush.