Like a relationship with a person, we form relationships with places as well... I'm on the brink of ending a relationship with a place I have come to call my home... Though I've only spent half the number of years in this place as compared to my earlier home, I have begun to identify myself with this space... In spite of my repeated murmurings about how this place is a house whereas Takshila (my home in Andheri) is home, it is now when I'm leaving from here that I realise how attached I have grown to this place...
It's not only about the physical space that I have here, but more about the memories that are associated with the comforts of the space that hit home. Because we had so much space, we were able to do so much more! Host our huge family for amazing dinners, host endless night-outs with friends, dance away to glory, choose different corners and spaces within the house to relax, define and decorate spaces for ourselves, spend time at the thousand-odd eateries, the long gorgeous promenade and the open, bright and airy surroundings. My home was the base for setting my strong friendships with so many people in college, at work and in general. The opportunity to do so many activities such as dancing which I really enjoy! Starting from Shiamak Davar way back in 2001, to Salsa in 2004, to Latin-Ballroom in 2007, I have grown in my choices and opinions. I have met so many diverse people, I have met people who have such rich backgrounds!
The entire process of sorting out papers, discarding some, repacking the others, gathering the clothes, packing them, is overwhelming to say the least. There are memories involved with literally every piece of item, while there are some books gifted by people, there are clothes that are gifted, there are notes that were scribbled and forgotten, there are photographs of moments lived...
Each year that went by now seems like a long windy road with variant lighting all along... some bright moments, and some dull...
I am exhausted today, by the sheer amount of things that we had to pack. The number of cartons just doesn't seem to reduce, the mess that there was now seems to fill each room, each paper, each photo makes me want to sit back and relive some moments that pass me by in a flash..
I feel a reluctance to leave, a desire to stay put, but move I know I must... we are going back to our old home, although, we've made a lot of changes in the home...
Monday is too soon, I don't think I'm ready to sever the cord yet, I wish I could just stay and be...
It's not only about the physical space that I have here, but more about the memories that are associated with the comforts of the space that hit home. Because we had so much space, we were able to do so much more! Host our huge family for amazing dinners, host endless night-outs with friends, dance away to glory, choose different corners and spaces within the house to relax, define and decorate spaces for ourselves, spend time at the thousand-odd eateries, the long gorgeous promenade and the open, bright and airy surroundings. My home was the base for setting my strong friendships with so many people in college, at work and in general. The opportunity to do so many activities such as dancing which I really enjoy! Starting from Shiamak Davar way back in 2001, to Salsa in 2004, to Latin-Ballroom in 2007, I have grown in my choices and opinions. I have met so many diverse people, I have met people who have such rich backgrounds!
The entire process of sorting out papers, discarding some, repacking the others, gathering the clothes, packing them, is overwhelming to say the least. There are memories involved with literally every piece of item, while there are some books gifted by people, there are clothes that are gifted, there are notes that were scribbled and forgotten, there are photographs of moments lived...
Each year that went by now seems like a long windy road with variant lighting all along... some bright moments, and some dull...
I am exhausted today, by the sheer amount of things that we had to pack. The number of cartons just doesn't seem to reduce, the mess that there was now seems to fill each room, each paper, each photo makes me want to sit back and relive some moments that pass me by in a flash..
I feel a reluctance to leave, a desire to stay put, but move I know I must... we are going back to our old home, although, we've made a lot of changes in the home...
Monday is too soon, I don't think I'm ready to sever the cord yet, I wish I could just stay and be...
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