Everybody has an appetite for home town, how true
is that??!
I was beginning to enjoy the perks of independent
life, I was just starting to savour every moment of the weekends, I was just
then beginning to get nicer company to make leisure time for and lo! I also had
to move back to pavilion, once and for all.
The early morning my train reached its destination
- Chennai, I walked out half sleepy with just my backpack, for I had left
everything behind owing to the hasty move.
It took me almost a week's time to actually accept
the fact that I am a part of the inter-dependant-family-circle again. It for
sure, was weird! Being independent has become yet another far-fetched-may-never-happen kinda dream.
But again, I am in Chennai, namma Madras (
yaaaaayyy!!! ) who cares about independence and all?
I do not have to
- plan ahead about the day's dinner
- look forth into grocery shopping
- wash/ dry/ iron clothes on a regular basis
- think about cleaning the house the very next morning
- remember all the expenses for the monthly calculation
- save all the bills for later purpose
- put up with okay-okay food even at restaurants
- worry about safe locking the house while leaving for work or worry the entire day about it
- ponder mid-day if I had turned the gas off in the kitchen
I will or can never be held responsible for
anything, ever !
Instead, I can
- visit friends just anytime
- plan birthdays and anniversaries with no worry about ticket availability
- "Marina"
- ride around the town happily on nice roads
- get lost and found again
- have nice food at restaurants
- get some sister time
- fight with mom
- work, happily
Though
my heart does jump at the opportunity of "Independence" back in
Bangalore, the perks of being back in a place, you can proudly call a home is
just abundant to let go.
PS:
Sincere thanks to those people, back in Bangalore, who made me all these good
memories in the last couple of months. I would love to come back to you guys,
anytime.
