I did some of my growing up in Hyderabad. I was little but not so much that I couldn’t put together a few memories over the three years that I spent there.
My father on the other hand, was born and brought up in Hyderabad. And although we haven’t lived there in a very long time, every now and then my father talks about making a trip to his hometown, meeting old friends and visiting the college he studied at.
So when I decided I wanted to see Ramoji Film City, I knew just the right person to make my travel buddy. (And also kind of sponsor the trip. Well just a part of it. Okay, a big part of it.)
One public holiday, one day of paid leave and one weekend came together to be what was one of the most cherished trips I’ve had with my father.
Here’s a look at my trip down memory lane in Hyderabad.
Okay, here’s where the pictures go from bad to worse. I blame poor lighting , and my dad. He’s always tch, tch-ing because I’m clicking pictures of food (what are you going to do with all these pictures!) or whatever else he thinks pictures don’t need to be taken of. So I have to take some sneakily or really quickly before he has the chance to react.