It’s been a whole week since I have moved back to Bombay. And it’s been exactly how I imagined it to be and how I wanted it to be. Whirlwind of events and feelings. If the last six-seven months have taught me anything, it’s that my life works better on all short term quick plans where there is just a whole lot of action and less scope for any introspection at a a larger scale. I like fantasies of slow, romantic, frozen time but in reality, I like my time to run on wheels, electric wheels, with just microseconds of relaxed moments thrown in between. Future planning doesn’t work with who I am. I screw things up the moment I look at the larger picture. Larger picture baffles me you see.
Anyhow. So now I have to start looking for a rented place of my own, which is exciting. I will be living independently again after seven months. But those seven months will always be such a defining part of my life. For being able to live with my folks after so long. For looking at their daily lives up, close and personal. For understanding my mother’s daily rituals and incessant worries. For understanding what boredom can mean. And most importantly, for knowing that I probably will never ask for a calm life again, ever.
Make it completely messy. Just throw in some jazz and wine moments here and there. And I am home.