Three and a half months after coming, living and loving a new place, the time has come, quite suddenly to leave. I have been transferred to Bangalore, err Bengaluru. Transfers are common in jobs as you all may have experienced. Indeed they are even necessary and desirable. But in this case I was truly very disturbed to be forced to leave Mumbai. Not really because I loved the city. I don't love the city. I love the people. I made great friends, got lot of love and felt perfectly at home with the surroundings. I was kinda in sync with the nice life I had. Getting up in the morning in my Thane flat, going to the office by company bus sleeping, getting to the canteen(I keep forgetting the names even now :( ), having idli sambar or veg cheese sandwich. Then studying the library or working in the lab, chatting with friends, and my 'daughter', sipping coffee and discussing about Mo One etc. In one single email, all that changed. I have no regrets. I have made a promise to myse...
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