Home coming ...

I'll be coming home in less than a month.My last day at work would be the 15 June. Unfortunately, I can't get a confirmed ticket outta here. I'll be back a couple weeks earlier than expected.

Well up to here, India's been a blast. Work-wise, I've achieved more than I could have hoped too. I'm pretty lucky that I wasn't like the other international analysts and exploited for mostly for their language capabilities. I'm pretty nervous, I'll be sorta holding the fort for a conference call Monday with the client for my relevant part. I'm proud of myself this way.

Friends-wise, I've made a couple of good friends. Sad to say most have left with the trasience of most things here. Its time for me to go.

I'm looking forward to coming back home.

With the boy - somehow, reality is already settling in. I can almost feel in in slow-motion, drifting has already kinda started I guess. Nothing unexpected - I've been through this before. I think India was a jumpstart in my professional/international life. If all goes well, I'll be applying for an exchange somewhere in Europe next year. I can see it happening already - my life isn't going to slow down from this point in time.

Too much to achieve - but this I must say, nothing has been done without God's divine strength.

I miss you guys back home ...



With love, from Goa couple weeks back ...

See you amigoes soon.

That's him

I wonder if he would mind putting a picture of him up.

This one is pretty special to me, haven't felt like this in a long time. As per our discussion, we're not going to try a long distance - not at this point in our life where at both at different crossroads.

Its not final goodbye per se but mutual maturity just isn't there right now to sustain a relationship, that will come with age. So when we've both seen enough, in all our worldly wisdom and experience in life maybe we'll get a shot at us again. Then, maybe it'll be even better when we in the fresh,bloom of youth. We never know.

I'm sure gonna miss him - the last month or so showed me that I could love again, since you-guys-know-who.

( I don't think I'll ever stop loving Mr you-know-who, but that doesn't mean I'm spoilt for anyone else - I used to think so, this brief bitter-sweet experience has shown other wise)

That's my baby,

( When we were in Mumbai, he clocked the fastest lap for the day on the go-karting track, I'm proud of him - and I thoroughly relished the glee on his face when he came back reporting it to me)



for him a drop love, a small piece of my heart, many beautiful memories and a slight grimace of pain .( in the most realistic sense possible).