An Ending-and Moving On...

Today I'll be leaving to the US. The realisation came crashing down on me when I woke up this morning. All this time its been the excitement of going there...I've doing too much-.shoppping, packing,visiting people - to actually contemplate the fact that I won't be seeing all this, for at least another year. But there have been times when I look up and think, "I have to remember this, It may be the last time I will ever see it." And sometimes I slow down in the middle of eating and savour the food,like I'm afraid I'll never get good food again.

I'm dreading the good-bye's ,I'm going to miss this lovely house, where I've lived practically all my life, with its brick walls and lovely sloping roof. I'll miss the garden, with the pavizhamalli white and wonderfully scented in the front, next to the yellow kanni poo. The coconut trees that frame the sides, the guava on the side, the hibiscuses that rarely seem to bloom. But home is more about the flesh and blood that give life to the place. I'm going to miss everyone here, my parents, my sis, my grandmother,my dog, my friends...

I'm going to miss this city, with its hustle and bustle, miss trvelling by our infamous PTC buses, haggling with auto-drivers, the street shops in T.Nagar and Mylapore, the juice shops that have cropped up all over the place, "Shakes and Creams" and "Planet Yumm" near the beach, where we used to hang out...all my friends have already gone on, to work or for further study, it looks like I'll be one of the last to begin on the next step of my life. I look forward to it, but I'm still oscillating between exitement and apprehension.