So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish

Not so long ago, I had a tryst with a not very discreet feline character. It was a not so cold wintry morning, with a light drizzle making it ever more pleasant. I was rather tense, I always am before a date, and this one involved a rather long brunch. It went rather ok, although I thought I goofed up bad a couple of instances. Eventually, we parted, and I hoped I would hear more from her. It turns out, I did hear from her, and after two more dates, I am finally moving in.

Am going to move out of 'home' to 'helL'. The revelation itself came as a shocker, I was much rather expecting to do a local shift in b'lore, from Basvangudi to Bannerghata road, but alas, that was not to be.. Here I am, suddenly, with just about 5 weeks more in this city, where I have lived all my adulthood. This beautiful city, it has been exceptionally kind to me, has given me everything. A lot of what I am, it is because of this city, that I can proudly call namma bengaluru.

It will be hard to move out, to leave behind an amazing gang of friends, those long Sunday barbecues, the complete homely neighborhoods, the peace and quiet of lalbagh, and bustle of gandhibazar, the evenings at tavern, the singing of the koels, those bike rides at night, the pandemonium of parrots flying over emgee, the fun sessions at mr lahiri's house, lunch at queens', essentially everything.. It was an amazing ride all through, and although I am guilty of leaving all this behind in hope of a more interesting one, b'lore, you will always remain special.