The good old ME
Hi!
I am back. Sorry, the post comes much later than what I had promised. Well, I was down with cough and cold and sitting in sun seemed better option than infront of my pc in my cold room.
It is a thursday night, a regular thursday night. My sister is back to her school, so the other side of my bed is again empty. I am alone in my room. The blower is blowing out hot air, the click clack of my new keyboard is the only dominant sound, and I sit down to write something.
Let me write down things i will never forget from this visit :
- the roses at the airport
- the walk beside the pool at hyatt
- CCD on Saturday
- the coffee
- the pastries
- the chairs
- the cellphone ringing
- the permutation and combination of people together ...
- the beep (alarm started as i was trying to get in with a packet, i needed to deposit it at the security check counter) at shopper's stop and the goodbye
- Bluffmaster
- Harry Potter
- Walking thru Burrabazar's hustle bustle
- Learning how to eat jhaal moori ( you dont bring your mouth to your palm, you just flick the moori to your mouth which is raised 30 degrees upward in anticipation)
- Learning how to create way through the crowded road, swinging hands left and right to protect against being shoved
- Banging on the hood of the car to tell it that, it is you who will move first, this is Burra bazar, kyaa
- Crossing road at park street
- Catching cold in cal
- Checking mail in cal's cyber for the first time, with Sunil
- Realising a week has gone by.... get into the cab and get to airport
- hmm... i will be back soon! Kathmandu to Kolkata!!!!!!! the feeling sinks in.
No truths found, only that, God probably doesn't have a good handwriting... :))
But he makes wonderful stories.... someday i might get some capability to write down few things, as nicely as he shows me. Thats all for now... time to sleep.
1 comment:
May all the happiness in the world be at your feet - wish you a very Happy Married life ahead!
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