Miss you hyderabad

Whenever I travel to other cities for work or personal reasons, I never stay too long. But this time, it’s different. It’s been a week since I left Hyderabad, and I already miss it deeply. Before Reddit, I didn’t have many people to share these feelings with, but now, it feels important to express how much this city means to me. I miss my morning coffee at Toops, the gentle hum of the city waking up around me. I miss the evening drives to the Hanging Flyover, where the sky paints itself in shades of gold and crimson. I miss those fleeting cigarette breaks at Johnny Pasha, where time seemed to stand still for a moment. And I miss my weekly visits to the Sri Rama Temple, where I always found a sense of calm. Hyderabad has a way of sparking stories. Sometimes, I’d talk to strangers, asking what inspired them most in life. While some answers were familiar, others carried fascinating tales that often became the seeds for my scripts. I miss the golden sun, rising with the early morning breeze, casting its glow over the city. Hyderabad is different, it’s peace, it’s chaos, it’s everything. Vachesthunna, Hyderabad. I’ll be back soon. Thank you Hyderabad/Reddit ❤️