Many months passed since the apartment I live in became a home. Eons have zipped by, since I stopped fearing this cluster of umpteen cities and began loving it.
Just when it was about time that I brought in things from my parents' home, and came to terms with the idea of settling down, it's time to move.
How exactly does one bade goodbye to a city that becomes home, where you've lived a lifetime in two years and yet cannot get enough of it?
How does one think of setting home in another city when most of what you loved about life came on a platter in this city?
I love Mumbai. When I set foot here first time, I got fascinated by its sheer magnitude. The next time on, I feared it, hated it, and hated it all the more when I had to collapse after a train trip to Churchgate.
Today I look forward to going to Churchgate. By train. By habit. Terror threats or no threats, I love climbing those Goregaon station stairs that once scared me outright.
It will be a few weeks before I wind up. I guess however many posts I write over the next few weeks, it will hardly do justice to what I have felt and lived over the last two years. Yeah two years. They vanished. And many things got not done in the city - difficult for my `been there done that' cravings.
Guess I will make up for some lost time now. At the moment, am letting the thought of moving out, sink in.
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