Map loving 

After more than seven years of being attached to this map of the London tube, last month I finally drummed up the courage to pull this out from inside a corner of the almirah and stub it on the soft board in my room. I still remember the small thrill, the secret motivation and an epiphanic ecstasy I experienced when I used the London metro for my mercurial week in the magical megacity. As much as I loved moving from 221B, to Tate, to Notting Hill, to Trafalgar Square, the connection between all these places was the mode of commute that put me right into the vibrant pit of this historical city. I’ll never, for instance, forget the midnight atmosphere inside the tube when i left from barbican to be back at my Kensington square hostel.