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So many emotions unfelt, so many words unspoken.
So many memories yet fresh, so many people unforgotten.
As I walk away with quivering lip and trembling feet,
keep me as a memory, in your pocket, along with your key.
Until the next time we meet.

 

So while I’m having trouble putting together a good, contextual write up for this article, I could go the usual way and just rant, hoping to make sense in the process.

 

Or, I could just tell you the story of how I’ve spent an entire year just packing bags, moving, questioning, doubting, packing, moving again, answering my own questions and finally believing. The latter I believe takes more courage, for accepting failure and weakness makes one stronger, clearer and more susceptible to success at the next attempt.

 

Last June, I had an offer in hand, for which I needed to shift to Mumbai. Excited to try this new city out, hell, I’d spent enough time here already to know I like it and could probably live here and work here too,
I quit my old job, and started looking for houses in the new city. A new life, if you may. I moved 3 temporary houses, lived off literally 5 sets of clothes for around a month and loved every bit of the madness.
This I was prepared for, afterall, I had until then, almost moved to Mumbai around twice. Last minute changes made the move ambiguous but this time all was clear. Or so I thought.
I did finally move, went through the infamous ‘struggle’, the money crunch, the fast pace of the city and it’s ways.

 

I had, just before leaving Bangalore, put up the opening lines from the start of this post as a bye to my friends that I grew up with.

 

I won’t harp on what went wrong and why I chose to come back because
it’s best to leave behind the sadness and bring with you the good times. A year later, I’m back home.
This june, I have an offer accepted, for which I need to refresh my entire way of working and perspective. Excited for a new phase, hell, the skies in my city are photo-worthy everyday and I can probably live with that too.
I’ve taken up a new job, started looking for a house here. I’m living at my parent’s temporarily, living off literally 5 sets of clothes for more than a month and loving every bit of the possibilities ahead I see.
All that’s left is to put up the opening lines from the start of this post as a thank you to the few friends from Mumbai. You will always be close, remembered and held with special regard, for you stayed by me even when I wouldn’t have dealt with me if I were you. thank you, for the endless conversations that I needed, for the hugs when I felt alienated, for being family when I needed recluse.

 

So many emotions unfelt, so many words unspoken.
So many memories yet fresh, so many people unforgotten.
As I walk away with quivering lip and trembling feet,
keep me as a memory, in your pocket, along with your key.
Until the next time we meet.

 

Photos by Sindhur Photography


Wearing:

Look 1: dress by Femella, Skirt by Liebemode on Jabong.com, Heels: My Foot on Jabong

Look 2: Skirt by Koovs.com, Waistcoat: tailormade, Blazer by Choies.com, Heels by No doubt on koovs.com 


 

 

 

Always grateful,
take a bow

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