Chhutti Khatam, School Shuru

There are no defining moments when our lives change. But nights like these definitely count as one of those. Uncertainty rules majorly for everybody here. 427 breaks!

While someone ties the knot, someone starts with job struggle, someone changes home and someone drowns in depression.

We had always known that this day would arrive, I had never thought, it would be so hard to deal with. I will miss us, as us.

Going back, with the heaviest of heart.
Vacation ends.
Bengaluru, innings two!
Please be kind.

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Footsteps Fading

Footsteps fading...
Slowly
And a little more,
There goes the hand you held like your own...
Slowly
And a little more.

Just like that.
Just like last time.
Just like always.

- Abhishikta

Accenture Chapter, Last Page.

Remember those serials where the aves the job with a big carton box? I had always watched those scenes and wondered what is it that they keep so much at office?!?!?

Last Friday I did something similar, being the Bollywood that I am, and the entire lane rolled eyes at:

A pair of formal shoes

A pair of stilletoes

A pair of chappals

Water bottles

Ganpati idol (not the regular small ones you see at desks)

Two coffee mugs

Packets of green tea

Note books

More notebooks

Diya (beat that!)

Horlicks 

Dry fruits + Dabba

Paper plates

Posters

Doodles

Varieties of pens and markers

Sticky notes

What am I missing?

I was shocked at the amount of things my pedestal had! 4 years is no small time you see. 

And to wrap all of that and set off. To leave BDC7C.04.279, to swipe out one last time and not be allowed to swipe in ever again, to leave that one secret prayer corner, to leave that 3year old nayansukh (which did reach up to date btw!), to leave the few people who proved that IT does give you the truest of friends, to leave the magic that Accenture is!

You can always quote Ranbir Kapoor on leaving certain places after some time "nahi toh gile shikwe hone lagte hai" to sound cool, but, honestly, phati padi hai, at the new step, the brave step, the leap of faith. Innings two, soon.

For now,

Hello Pujo :)

Agomoni

It is heart warming how every year, year after year, Mahalaya brings the same chill and thrill. Be it the early twenties when Mahalaya brought me the strength to lift up my head and check the home morning sun, after consecutive days of 103 fever, or, the late twenties when living miles away from home, still looking for home, 4am youtube makes my soul twirl.

No interest in proving the 'happy' about Mahalaya, which otherwise is a poignant event, I will wake up very happy, sharp at 4, with or without the radio, judging all the probashi-s who are indifferent to Mahalaya's epicness (not that everyone in the city truly appreciates what it is, or acknowledges the day the way I do). Pujo is finally here!

Let's get sappy eyed, let's wake up happy eyed. For a change, for once in a year.