It's the fourth day in Bombay, but it seems like it's been ages since I left home. Nothing is different really; I have a tv at home, a comp on my office desk, the same songs on my mobile that I always listened to at home…oh I don't have my guitar here though. I have practically got everything here in Bombay so that I don't feel lonely, but I long to smell the flavor of my own home, my own city. I always try to find similarities between the two cities, but most of the times I am left unsatisfied.
It's a new beginning for me and I will have to learn to deal with life alone. No one's going to help me. I will have to stop missing my roots, my origin, my past, my family. But still I somehow don't want to be like that. I miss my family even if I don't see them for a week. I miss my mom the most. Though I don't see my dad much at home because he's transferred to patna for 4 years. So its only 2 times a month that he comes over, and I miss him a lot. I even miss the pointless and often aggressive arguments with my brother. Man how I hate it when he goes out wearing my favourite pair of jeans or sneakers!
I miss the little sparrow that comes and sits coyly on my balcony mirror-shelf…and admires itself all day long. My mom serves it breakfast and dinner and it nicely finishes it off neatly. Sometimes it comes with a fellow bird, and they chitter-chatter happily, sharing gossips and friendly humour between themselves.
I miss my room where I would spend hours sleeping or lazing away watching t.v. My daily dose of useless net-surfing, the online guitar lessons, the daily practicing of newly learnt guitar riffs…and not getting them right most of the times, and torturing my neighbours with my untrained voice as I sing out loud.
I miss my college I miss chatting up with my friends in person. I miss a certain someone, for whom I have sung so many songs- but all to myself. I miss the Calcutta rain, the pollution, the bong accented English all across the street. The food! O how I miss the food! You get crap in the name of food in Bombay.
lets end here now...i have work to finish!!! Damn!
It's a new beginning for me and I will have to learn to deal with life alone. No one's going to help me. I will have to stop missing my roots, my origin, my past, my family. But still I somehow don't want to be like that. I miss my family even if I don't see them for a week. I miss my mom the most. Though I don't see my dad much at home because he's transferred to patna for 4 years. So its only 2 times a month that he comes over, and I miss him a lot. I even miss the pointless and often aggressive arguments with my brother. Man how I hate it when he goes out wearing my favourite pair of jeans or sneakers!
I miss the little sparrow that comes and sits coyly on my balcony mirror-shelf…and admires itself all day long. My mom serves it breakfast and dinner and it nicely finishes it off neatly. Sometimes it comes with a fellow bird, and they chitter-chatter happily, sharing gossips and friendly humour between themselves.
I miss my room where I would spend hours sleeping or lazing away watching t.v. My daily dose of useless net-surfing, the online guitar lessons, the daily practicing of newly learnt guitar riffs…and not getting them right most of the times, and torturing my neighbours with my untrained voice as I sing out loud.
I miss my college I miss chatting up with my friends in person. I miss a certain someone, for whom I have sung so many songs- but all to myself. I miss the Calcutta rain, the pollution, the bong accented English all across the street. The food! O how I miss the food! You get crap in the name of food in Bombay.
lets end here now...i have work to finish!!! Damn!
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