It has been a while since I wrote. Although it has probably been just 2 months since the last post, it seems to me that I have come miles from where I was. I needed to travel those miles and I did it. I have crossed the proverbial bridge, tamed the fire-spitting dragon of anger and stopped walking around like a proud wounded animal. Haha. I sound so dramatic right now, I can start clapping at my own literary nonsense. :P
Now that it is time to leave Mangalore, I have started counting the lasts again. More than anything, I guess I shall miss my darling palace of a house. I love my house in Mangalore. It has everything. It is comfortable. It is fun. It is large. It almost seems like a living spirit, which has been with me for all these months and seen it all - the laughter, the giggles, the endless sitcoms, the sudden spurts of writing, Aishwarya Rai and lots of her :P, Karishma Kapoor and lots of her and a whole lot of products from Garnier and L'Oreal. :) I am going to miss my beautiful house. Dear housie, you shall always be my first and most likely the biggest house I shall live in all by myself. :) And, you fulfilled a dream. I woke up every morning to sip chai while I looked out at coconut trees. I always wanted to do that. And, I did it! Thankoo, house! I shall miss you. Very much.
And then, I shall miss the short distances. Bombay, although it is very inviting, has always been the BIG city. I love small cities. I love that when I go to the airport or the bus stand or the railway station, I always run into someone I know. It happens in Baroda. It happened in Mangalore (probably because I know about 1000 people in the city - all my wholesalers and retailers - by face :P)
I shall miss my boss, because he let me be and held my hand when he needed to. He let me do whatever I wanted to do and yet he watched over me so that he could teach me where I went wrong. Thank you, sir!
I shall miss the retailer chats, the wholesaler Gujju bonding, the packing up and leaving to an unknown destination... I shall miss it all! :)
I shall NOT miss the rain :D and the rickshaw-walas :D :D and the horrrrrrible roads :D :D :D and the really rough bus rides! :D :D hehehehe and the incomprehensible streams of unknown languages be it verbal or on script!
All in all, Mangalore, you have been good to me. And I shall hold you close to my heart because you were city of firsts. :) Muuah!
Now that it is time to leave Mangalore, I have started counting the lasts again. More than anything, I guess I shall miss my darling palace of a house. I love my house in Mangalore. It has everything. It is comfortable. It is fun. It is large. It almost seems like a living spirit, which has been with me for all these months and seen it all - the laughter, the giggles, the endless sitcoms, the sudden spurts of writing, Aishwarya Rai and lots of her :P, Karishma Kapoor and lots of her and a whole lot of products from Garnier and L'Oreal. :) I am going to miss my beautiful house. Dear housie, you shall always be my first and most likely the biggest house I shall live in all by myself. :) And, you fulfilled a dream. I woke up every morning to sip chai while I looked out at coconut trees. I always wanted to do that. And, I did it! Thankoo, house! I shall miss you. Very much.
And then, I shall miss the short distances. Bombay, although it is very inviting, has always been the BIG city. I love small cities. I love that when I go to the airport or the bus stand or the railway station, I always run into someone I know. It happens in Baroda. It happened in Mangalore (probably because I know about 1000 people in the city - all my wholesalers and retailers - by face :P)
I shall miss my boss, because he let me be and held my hand when he needed to. He let me do whatever I wanted to do and yet he watched over me so that he could teach me where I went wrong. Thank you, sir!
I shall miss the retailer chats, the wholesaler Gujju bonding, the packing up and leaving to an unknown destination... I shall miss it all! :)
I shall NOT miss the rain :D and the rickshaw-walas :D :D and the horrrrrrible roads :D :D :D and the really rough bus rides! :D :D hehehehe and the incomprehensible streams of unknown languages be it verbal or on script!
All in all, Mangalore, you have been good to me. And I shall hold you close to my heart because you were city of firsts. :) Muuah!
