It has been 2 months now – new place, new home, some old faces and some new.
Still an un-sinking feeling pops up every now and then, enveloping with the nostalgia of old times, the last 3 years..
Leaving behind, the home that we so dearly decorated, every nook and corner with our taste, our love..simple yet elegant..
It has been difficult to be frank..though very rarely i mention it to her for I know those memories keep coming more often to her..
We kind of fell in love with our home, that place, the people and everything around there..and most importantly we fell in love with each other over and over again..
Sitting in our new home, as i write this, i kind of feel very emotional as the memories keep flashing to me again and again..
Well with God’s grace, we got a good house here and started setting it up in our own way..there are still numerous boxes lying down the hall though we set up the bedroom to crash in at anytime, the sit up area around the hall is in place so that we can watch any late night movies, arm in arm..the kitchen is up, to some extent to savor Jaan’s new recipes..
Though most of the things are in place, we are yet to sit relax and enjoy in our new abode. Ever since we landed, one or the other is constantly nudging with pathological inconsistencies. Starting with fever, cough cold, stomach upsets, viral, and now more recently “hair fall” !! While we used to Skype daily back home when we were in Tokyo, now it’s 2-3 days for a phone call. Facebook messages are filled with friends, near & dear enquiring about contact details, to catch up with us but we are not yet in the correct mind frame for get togethers. Something is still very much unsettling.
We are just happy that we are together, with each other and everything else seems so very much out of place..
I don’t know why and what. right now, we are just going by the tide!!
But against all odds, we are happy that now-a-days we zoom across streets on our new Suzuki Swish!! Jaan rides it in a much more controlled way than I do and we usually take turns – one way I am the pillion while she criss crosses the road and at other times, I take the control while she enjoys the ride
So, here we are.. Back to India…back home and back to you !!