Finally, its time to bid good bye.
I always had a very negative attitude towards change when I was young. I remember when my Dad came home from work in mid 1999 and made a big announcement of being promoted and transferred to Hyderabad. I was all of 8 years old and did not give much thought about the transfer part. I was only excited about the travelling. So, when days to move came closer I did not react much to people saying emotional words. I was only too happy to receive the gifts. ( Ignorant and materialistic, nah, I was only 9 and loved gifts and dinner parties.) The day when we finally bid adieu to Mumbai, I was numb and didn't want to leave.
After the travel in 2 tier A/c compartment for the first time, we landed in Hyderabad. I hated it at first sight. It was too messy and people were rude ( I come to conclusions a little too quickly ). We were then escorted to our new house, and boy! I fell in love with it. It was BIG. I had a room of my own. I didn't need anything else. Then the first day at school and I realised Hyderabad is not that bad after all. I was showered with praises and awards the first year itself. Slowly, Hyderabad became home and Mumbai a summer-vacation-at- grand mom's-home spot.
Now, another change after 12 years. This time I'm going alone. Leaving home is difficult, but moving is inevitable.
I'm going to miss a lot of things.
My room and its cozy bed, the smell of freshly cooked food and nagging by amma, the everyday scoldings and making up by appa, the typical Hyderabadi Hindi , the fight with autowallahs almost daily, the long drives at tank bund, the greenery of the colony, the mirchi bajji, the pani puri, the irani chai and some amazingly awesome friends.
Yes, I'm going to miss this like hell. But all good things come to an end.
Its time to say Khuda hafiz Hyderabad. And Vannakam Chennai. :)
I always had a very negative attitude towards change when I was young. I remember when my Dad came home from work in mid 1999 and made a big announcement of being promoted and transferred to Hyderabad. I was all of 8 years old and did not give much thought about the transfer part. I was only excited about the travelling. So, when days to move came closer I did not react much to people saying emotional words. I was only too happy to receive the gifts. ( Ignorant and materialistic, nah, I was only 9 and loved gifts and dinner parties.) The day when we finally bid adieu to Mumbai, I was numb and didn't want to leave.
After the travel in 2 tier A/c compartment for the first time, we landed in Hyderabad. I hated it at first sight. It was too messy and people were rude ( I come to conclusions a little too quickly ). We were then escorted to our new house, and boy! I fell in love with it. It was BIG. I had a room of my own. I didn't need anything else. Then the first day at school and I realised Hyderabad is not that bad after all. I was showered with praises and awards the first year itself. Slowly, Hyderabad became home and Mumbai a summer-vacation-at- grand mom's-home spot.
Now, another change after 12 years. This time I'm going alone. Leaving home is difficult, but moving is inevitable.
I'm going to miss a lot of things.
My room and its cozy bed, the smell of freshly cooked food and nagging by amma, the everyday scoldings and making up by appa, the typical Hyderabadi Hindi , the fight with autowallahs almost daily, the long drives at tank bund, the greenery of the colony, the mirchi bajji, the pani puri, the irani chai and some amazingly awesome friends.
Yes, I'm going to miss this like hell. But all good things come to an end.
Its time to say Khuda hafiz Hyderabad. And Vannakam Chennai. :)
Was expecting a post from u today :)
ReplyDelete"From small beginnings come great things"..Welcome to singara chennai..All the very best divya !! - Arvind,Kavitha
Thank you so much. Sure, this is the start of something great. Hoping so atleast.
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