Bye Bye Bangalore
The last thing I remember about leaving Delhi would definitely be the heavy sleet in which my father deftly manoeuvering the car safely deposited me to the airport. As I later disappeared into the surging throng of human bodies, I saw him stagger to the car, knowing that he had lost his daughter to the world.
The last thing I remember about leaving Baroda would definitely be the long talk I had with my best friend Ajay, sitting on the parapet of the fifth floor and dangling our legs into thin air, worrying about our futures and how terribly we’ll miss each other. That day, as cars rolled by the forever busy Nizampura Cirlce, we found an exhilirating peace in the noise of the traffic. Too overwhelmed by our own fears of separation and a new beginning, we sought comfort in silence.
The last thing I remember about leaving Bangalore would definitely be two strangers waving sweet goodbyes to me. Strangers, who are strangers no more. A family, whose part I would have given my right arm to be. As I watched them fade into distance, I couldn’t help the tears that welled up. I had so wanted my last memories of Bangalore to be the butcher across the street preparing for the next slaughter. Yes, that would have left me bitter enough to never contemplate a return. But the loved ones of a loved one, who love you for no reason… perhaps it was too much to endure.
But a resolve is a resolve. And the harder it is made, the better it is kept.
So Goodbye Bangalore… My relationship with you has always been rough but I will still miss you…
- Neha
Kunal Goel says:
parapet on the fifth floor? you could have died!
January 25th, 2007 at 01:36 am
Ishan Dubey says:
Who knows if she didn’t die???
January 26th, 2007 at 03:30 pm