I shifted to Delhi in the heat of a moment. I was done with Bangalore, its rush, its no old world charm, its busy traffic, hustle and its food. I was done. I would have shifted long back if I wouldn't have fallen in love.
It was beautiful for a while. This guy, I knew from an University entrance day, where neither of us got through - but we got through to each other.
2016- I tried for this University and failed. In the sturbborn-est of decisions, I ended up for a waiting list call, far off in Hyderabad. I didn't get through, though I walked till the last 4 people to have got rejected. But I met this guy, a nice guy from Kerala - literally the first Malayali I ever befriended. Though the years we kept in touch.
I enrolled myself in Santiniketan while he got through another University in Kerala. I fell in love here, another Malayali. And it was so intense, I rose in that love for a while. But sometimes, things get better only to get worse. It fell apart. Thats for another day!
Anyway, jump to 2018. I had just finished my Masters, I was struggling in an unfamiliar city, unfamiliar people, a start-up job where people didn't know basic things like 'modesty', 'respect' and everything that comes with it. And we met again, this University guy. We have ever since been together.
I had this old friend in Bangalore, literally a stone throw distance from my house. Like at midnight, I'd call him up to lend me his toothpaste. When my boyfriend moved out of Bangalore, me and my school friend would always hand around together. Midnight coffee shops, long walks, smokes, complain about bad South-Indian dinner. I guess he was the worst hit when I moved to Delhi. I remember he came to drop me off to the bus station and for once he didn't smile. I was his only friend there. That guy worked like an animal the whole day, only took a break to walk to a teashop with me. I think he was the worst hit.
When I moved to Delhi, I loved it for a while. All touristy, finger smacking oily food, huge monuments whose top we could see from our terrace, I struggled with the language though, I still do.
2020- I joined a new job - for the first time ever, my parents were happy. I moved on from Public Relations finally. I joined journalism. Now either you can say I'm whining or you can hear me out. I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, stuttered by my nightmares - I dreamt of my office.
(Rest for another day..)
