dada re..
shubho nobo borsho.. aamar pronam ne… missin home and ma baba big time.. esp bhopal.. been dreaming of bhopal in my sleep all week long. it hurts somehow to think of all the years i spent there.. going to school going to college. esp last year. last summer was amazing. despite the heat.. going to office for the internship… driving around on my own.. i felt like a grown up… buying fruits and little stuff for ma baba on the way home.. lying in my room upstairs listening to music, or talkin to ma.. reading on the computer, making tea in the evening, helping ma cook… watching tv and fighting for the remote… and then going out in the evning with ma baba… talking to mausom on the phone till late night sittin at ma’s feet while she massaged my head.. the roof. . i terribly miss the roof. i used to sit nights there in the breeze alone, playing my guitar or singing to myself.. the rains… i loved when it rained in summers.. i literally waited for such days, and would drench myself silly, and sing and feel happy and then click pics of the pink summer skies.. i miss bhopal so much, esp nowadays that its summer, and i ve spent every summer of my life that i remember – in bhopal.. i dont know when i ll get to be there again. and even if i went, it would not be the same.. its like losing an old friend who died.
last night i dreamt i was at boat club, by the lake in the evening… feeding popcorn to the swans… and i was so happy. its so stupid me thinking all this, and i cant say it to anyone.. nobody quite understands.
miss u. miss being a kid …
