The long hands of fate have finally managed to pull me away from the '6 year old haven' and put me in this city, now called Bengaluru. Yes, I haven't been able to find any associating adjectives for this city yet. I have, knowingly or unknowingly, been trying to draw comparisons, and romanticizing about the 'enervated link'. When the link was flourishing, I sometimes just 'stood still' admiring the 'always running road' visible from the big balcony of my hall. While it kept telling me that life goes on and on....I moved on.
I no more belong to it, and now, I can empathize with all my friends and acquaintances who had had this experience.
New links are still in the process of development. A few things I could think of when I entered the new city: how careful I used to be while spelling the names of my gult friends, taking care of all the th's and a's. But now all t's are th's and I just feel lucky to have no t's in my name. It does help me escape the uncontrollable annoyance when one finds a modified version of one's most possessed identity. Silence of the night, and even the day, makes me nostalgic about the days when I wanted some peace around. I now yearn for some noise around, some more communication. Another one as expected is the weakened language links, which I have to learn to live with or to manage with.
This is all for the day 1 experiences of parting from the old and meeting the new, hoping to find the optimistic me here again!
PS: Just realized the first optimistic point. This experience helped me get back to my most satiating past time : writing :-)
