……and I always thought it was a free website where we could always speak our mind and see past racism and animosity.
Not pointing fingers, but I would be ashamed of myself if I condoned all the posts related to places like Boston and Melbourne and Rio de Janeiro and Bucharest only to spew venom when someone posts about a city in India.
I fondly remember eating chicken Biriyani at this local restaurant below charminaar back in the day I was being trained at a steel plant in Visakhapatanam one summer and took a trip to this fabulous city.
Having been interested in Urdu language for eons, I have been reading (and struggling to understand) the poetries of Bahadur Shah Jafar and Mirza Ghalib that speaks volumes of the saga of love and betrayal. There was a small bookstore in the heart of the city where I handpicked few books of Urdu poetry and have been preserving them ever since.
I wish I could visit Hyderabad again.