Saturday, September 28, 2013

Don't leave the brownies behind.

Yesterday, I attended the last class of my first semester at XIC. 

Today morning, I woke up late and almost missed my flight. In my hurry, I left behind The Yummiest Chocochip Brownies Ever. All twelve of them. 

Right now, I'm on a plane that's going to take me home to Chandigarh. 

Tomorrow, I will travel to Delhi and stay there for a month to intern at a digital advertising agency.

Then, home for Diwali. 

Life is good. 




 

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Signed, Sealed, Delivered.

I sometimes get these panic attacks when I'm least expecting them. It's like that feeling you used to get on the last day of the summer holidays when you have six unfinished holiday projects due the next day.

So, I'll be walking out of college and will suddenly be struck by that special blend of guilt and anxiety, making me think I've forgotten to do something really important, when there's absolutely nothing that I'm supposed to. I can't explain it.

Maybe it's a sign?


Friday, September 6, 2013

Oh, won't you please take me home?

It's been about two months in this city and until two days ago, I still felt as if I was on vacation. You can't blame me. At every step, there was a mental comparison between my host city and my home city. One is bound to feel this shift is of a temporary nature. 

Two days ago, however, that changed. There was no trigger, as such, except the fact that I reached the sudden realization that I would miss winter entirely, this year. 

Now, this is a pretty big deal for me. I'm a complete winter baby, you see. I love that season. I love snuggling up in a razai at night. I love blowing on a scaldingly hot cup of tea to cool it down enough for me to not burn my tongue - and then burning it anyway. I love bundling up under layers and layers of warm clothes and putting on lots of holiday fat. (I'm not really lagging behind in the gaining weight bit, though. I'm doing a little too well for my liking, in fact.) 

If all of that doesn't prove my love for winter, maybe this will: I packed sweatshirts and jackets even for Mumbai.

(My leather jacket almost got ruined because of all the moisture here. I had to send it back.)

Anyway. So, I realized I would miss winter. That led me to think about a typical winter at home. Chandigarh. The family. I became terribly and irreversibly homesick.

Crybaby that I am, I teared up. 

Whatever. 

That's when Mumbai changed from being a city I'm currently in to a city I'm living in. 

I'm still trying to figure out what my opinion on this change is, though.