New Girl in the city.
Sounds clichéd, doesn’t it? But then my whole life is clichéd….
An introvert girl, with big dreams to ‘create a dent in the universe’, who also
happens to sing and write when everyone these days is a singer and a writer. But then as they say ‘You
gotta do what you gotta do.. right?’
Sooooo,
Its been like what? almost 4 months now that I moved to this
new city. And yesterday I finally unpacked both my cases. (Yeah it took me that
long!). Because when the world was busy singing summer lullabies this poor
little me was struggling to find a decent roof over my head. Then when that got
sorted, a terrific roommate experience was waiting down the line… which tremendously
increased my dedication in office work. And as if my unattached and
stand-off-ish attitude wasn’t enough the curse of being disconnected followed
me here too and my first-pay-expensive-mobile is getting an ear-job. These
phones I tell you.. so narcissist they can be ;)
I could count a few more things but ‘The past is in the
paaaast! Let it go..let it gooooo” . Now that I’m again writing so who_cares?!.
So, this place, where I dwell right now, is fine ( Matthew McConaughey accent). It has a balcony
with a white broken swing, a roof high enough to perch upon alone at night and just
listen to the stories of the quite whispering wind and also count airplanes.
The neighborhood so idyllic, straight out of a story from a modern-ish ‘Malgudi
Days’.
It often makes me nostalgic
when I see students hailing their bus prepped up for school. I wonder who left
their diary or notebook or pencil-box or even worse their homework in the rush.
An infant lives just across the street and when I look down my balcony I can
see the grand-dada appeasing her with all kinds of tricks. But her tantrums are
unassailable! Phew!
Morning joggers in their tide white t-s and black shorts and
the strappy running shoes passing a smile at the two aunties who in their flowery
printed pink salwaar kameez seem like the ultimate fountain of all the love and
comfort that a ripe age can brings upon, carrying back-home a few white freshly
plucked, still dewy flowers .
There are even night-walkers discussing all kinds future
plans into whose conversation I like to eavesdrop as I shadow them on my way back after
having earned my daily bread.
I miss you my friends. Again the clichéd “I never thought I
would.. with all of my books, my new
friends, a heavy project in office, free wi-fi …” I most certainly do! And it’s
not like that if I call you and we talk for some time I’ll feel better. I’d
just miss you more. L
And yes! Above all, I miss you ‘Technika T-shirt’. I simply
hate it every morning when I have to think what to wear, and the answer is not
you.
Wow! Such a long descriptive piece! Haven’t written so long ever since I was introduced to the concept of Precise Writing. Hehe J
Hate it or love it,
Challenge me or pamper me
In a whiff “time” will fly,
Yet “Tous les
jours je crée ma vie"
A bit of French cliché ;).
But then there are so many things I have to say and here
comes yet another cliché “I can’t find the right words” so I decided on going
rebel (EeeHaa!) and wrote this one with all the wrong ones. ;)
Right or wrong. Life just goes on.
:)
