тик-так... tick-tock...
Less than 9 weeks left in this city... 62 days to be precise... tick-tock-tick-tock...
I'll be visiting this city once in a while... in January next year to be precise... but it won't be the same... I'm at the last page of this chapter... tick-tock-tick-tock...
I'll miss this city a great deal... or rather myself, the one who lived here, to be precise... tick-tock-tick-tock...
A week ago - I did not know then I'd be leaving this city so soon - I went on a long drive... Tried to find the place where I stayed when I first came to Bangalore... exactly 6 years ago... and I could not. It was a 'bloody village' as V put it one day - to my surprise... It was, but I wish I could find the place anyways. chikkus wrapped in a piece of newspaper - 50 paisa each. What a hassle it was to get a rickshaw back home late night from MG Road... V offering to pay for a ride back from 'Tavern' where we used to hang out with him & his friend... The Corner House near Diamond district and ice-cream we ate that night... I think I was wearing a blue shirt. I smile at the young and foolish girl I was, and I do not regret anything.
I stopped near the house in I***r where I moved in later on to join a bunch of trainees - Yamaha bike roaring under my window... Man, how horribly loud it was... many weekend trips around South India... me & J smoking 'like chimneys' on our tiny balcony... Tamilian flatmate and her attitude... Ever-broken water pump... I smile at the young and foolish girl I was and I do not regret anything.
I'm yet to go and see the house, where I spent the best evening ever. There was a power cut - candles lit, the table cloth of white color, a bottle of coke and bottle of beer - we went to the roof... 'Oh it's so comfortable in the lotus posture!..' I smile at the young and foolish girl I was... and I do regret - there were so many things I could have said or done that night and after. I'm yet to learn the lesson and move on... It is much more difficult than I thought it would be.
Weird enough, the most memorable are the events that took place 5-6 years ago... It might take another 5-6 years to recognize the significance of the events of the recent times. Or it might not. I smile at the young and foolish girl I am...
I'll be visiting this city once in a while... in January next year to be precise... but it won't be the same... I'm at the last page of this chapter... tick-tock-tick-tock...
I'll miss this city a great deal... or rather myself, the one who lived here, to be precise... tick-tock-tick-tock...
A week ago - I did not know then I'd be leaving this city so soon - I went on a long drive... Tried to find the place where I stayed when I first came to Bangalore... exactly 6 years ago... and I could not. It was a 'bloody village' as V put it one day - to my surprise... It was, but I wish I could find the place anyways. chikkus wrapped in a piece of newspaper - 50 paisa each. What a hassle it was to get a rickshaw back home late night from MG Road... V offering to pay for a ride back from 'Tavern' where we used to hang out with him & his friend... The Corner House near Diamond district and ice-cream we ate that night... I think I was wearing a blue shirt. I smile at the young and foolish girl I was, and I do not regret anything.
I stopped near the house in I***r where I moved in later on to join a bunch of trainees - Yamaha bike roaring under my window... Man, how horribly loud it was... many weekend trips around South India... me & J smoking 'like chimneys' on our tiny balcony... Tamilian flatmate and her attitude... Ever-broken water pump... I smile at the young and foolish girl I was and I do not regret anything.
I'm yet to go and see the house, where I spent the best evening ever. There was a power cut - candles lit, the table cloth of white color, a bottle of coke and bottle of beer - we went to the roof... 'Oh it's so comfortable in the lotus posture!..' I smile at the young and foolish girl I was... and I do regret - there were so many things I could have said or done that night and after. I'm yet to learn the lesson and move on... It is much more difficult than I thought it would be.
Weird enough, the most memorable are the events that took place 5-6 years ago... It might take another 5-6 years to recognize the significance of the events of the recent times. Or it might not. I smile at the young and foolish girl I am...