There was once a woman who would call me before every exam, all exam and bless me breathless, during a time when free calls didn't exist and her funds weren't enough but motivation was, always.
There was once a woman who I believed had a special connection with God because any worry you tell her to pray for, would be answered. No worries ever, ever!
She took off 7 years ago; blessings and prayers have not been the same, would ever be?!
It's been a little more than 7 years that I have been a corporate slave and still, every day, the fear to lose it all is just the same. Not that I'm a rebel or business minded or artistic or passionate for anything else. Happy being the mediocre that I am. So, fate Gods, no more excitement. I am okay with the bland I have. Please. Period.
Bangalore has always had a love hate relationship with me. It has helped me grow, it has helped me be independent in ways that even Bollywood has not made movies about, it has given me solace in the darkest of nights when Hyderabad was lit in love and wine. Bangalore will forever have a big piece of my heart in yellow💛 and red ♥️ where I wake up when I want, drink when I want and even skip taking bath, whenever I want. Noone stops me from drinking ThumsUp three times in a day, noone rolls their eyes if there is no Rui Machh made or had, for weeks. Bangalore of peoples' dreams, Bangalore of my adulthood!
A city which I could never call home, a city which could never become home. Have to move back to it in almost a month, for a new chapter, a hopeful one, BUT, for a long long time, and this time, maybe forever. Still wondering to be happy or sad about it. Covid and lockdown made me used to home so much that I'd trade RB'r pasher adda over Marathalli in a heartbeat. Mangsho bhaat over Apple Cider, any day!
The last one year at Kolkata was like a stolen aam from last night's storm at school which you know, would eventually be taken off by the Prefects but you hold on to it, as long as you can, smell the tangy perfect aroma till they snatch it away from you. Kolkata, my one true love, I have no idea when would I be capable enough to start living in you again, forever.
Till then, Booze, Brewery, Bangalore. Hollow Happy City, here we go, again.
It was just the other day that I was talking of being the bigger person. Remember how Obhagir shorgo had this piece about the tinge sarcasm fate plays?! WB board had done a brilliant job with the Bangla first language pieces truly!
Coming back about fate sarcasm where you are the reason people don't sleep well at night, where you stop people from doing things they've dreamt for long, where you cannot think beyond your idea of a perfect world and slowly end up in a world that just has you. Can you blame the receiving end? Who am I to tell. Fate smiles and pats its back. Well played! Well danced. You know the drill, must not be so tough afterall.
It's a cycle my friend, it is always a cycle.
Little Things came like a Doshomi gift!
Even though I found the last season heavily inspired by the Before series, Dhruv and Kavya always end up wanting me to become the bigger person in a relationship, in a non sacrificial way. Ex-es and Present would be doing a left lip smirk. However!
Long Live RomComs !
Just in case you thought Maa Durga has all the powers this Durga Pujo, did you just underestimate the power of cab drivers and holud taxi-s, swooshing over your frantic requests with a foshka pora notun juto?
Let the power play begin (for me too, pretty please. Reporting to life, 12days straight out of sick boundaries is not even funny any more. Looking forward to a lucky 13th day of perfect health and Pujo tomorrow. Powers we're talking of here, really)
No photo because I have nothing remotely positive around to talk about Pujo right now. Nonetheless, eternally grateful to the hometeam! To tomorrow!
Shubho Sharodiya ❤️
