When we decided to move to Delhi , I was apprehensive . But i had definitely not thought that i would touch new lows of being miserable . The more I am here , the more I miss our life in Bombay . Most of all what I miss is a home to come back to . A home is meant to be your safe haven , not a claustrophobic apparatus of bricks , cement and some fancy teak furniture !!
Good friends , work that I enjoyed , a home that felt like home , a home with space for stuff that I loved , happy weekends …….
The more I am here , the more I realise how the masks come off , when you are in close proximity with people .The so called progressive images that they project is just that , a projection . The closer you get , the uglier things get .
So Thank you Bombay , for teaching me what one should hold dear in life .
