Dear Upa,
I've moved.
Technically, I shifted to Delhi when I started school here in April, but back then it was like pulling through till the next checkpoint when I could come back to Mumbai. Now my dad and my dog are finally here, and that means that I've finally moved and I have no reason to come back.
Bringing Buddy to Delhi was fun. He was surprisingly well behaved and only terrorised a few of the railway staff. But I had forgotten how fun train journeys could be. Seeing Buddy adapt to the new surroundings was also kind of fun. I'm just so relieved I don't have to leave him again. He's so happy, and I think he doesn't really care all that much where he is as long as he is with his family.
The funny thing about moving is that no matter how many times you do it, it doesn't get any easier. I wouldn't say I'm exactly sad or upset, I just feel strange. All of a sudden I just don't live in the house I called home for so many years, and even when I come to Mumbai, I won't go back there. I didn't really have a theatrical moment where I looked back at the house and smiled at all the memories I had there and reminisced about the past. The only memorable moment was when my sister and I stood infront of the cupboard and I said, "Hey, remember when I tied up the doors of these cupboards together? So you wouldn't be able to look in the mirror and get distracted and could study for your exam?" And she laughed and said "Yeah".
And that was it. An awkward, abrupt goodbye, with me wondering what I should be feeling. I guess when it comes to stuff like this, there never really is a right moment to say goodbye.
Bye for now,
Aditi.
I've moved.
Technically, I shifted to Delhi when I started school here in April, but back then it was like pulling through till the next checkpoint when I could come back to Mumbai. Now my dad and my dog are finally here, and that means that I've finally moved and I have no reason to come back.
Bringing Buddy to Delhi was fun. He was surprisingly well behaved and only terrorised a few of the railway staff. But I had forgotten how fun train journeys could be. Seeing Buddy adapt to the new surroundings was also kind of fun. I'm just so relieved I don't have to leave him again. He's so happy, and I think he doesn't really care all that much where he is as long as he is with his family.
The funny thing about moving is that no matter how many times you do it, it doesn't get any easier. I wouldn't say I'm exactly sad or upset, I just feel strange. All of a sudden I just don't live in the house I called home for so many years, and even when I come to Mumbai, I won't go back there. I didn't really have a theatrical moment where I looked back at the house and smiled at all the memories I had there and reminisced about the past. The only memorable moment was when my sister and I stood infront of the cupboard and I said, "Hey, remember when I tied up the doors of these cupboards together? So you wouldn't be able to look in the mirror and get distracted and could study for your exam?" And she laughed and said "Yeah".
And that was it. An awkward, abrupt goodbye, with me wondering what I should be feeling. I guess when it comes to stuff like this, there never really is a right moment to say goodbye.
Bye for now,
Aditi.
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