I think I keep saying .."When I was in Bombay ..." a lot.
I loved it there, and I have not seen even a part of what Bombay had to offer. I loved the food.. I loved the freedom it had to offer... But now when I think of it what I loved most was the friends .
I met my husband there, we were just two mallus then.. meeting on weekends as part of the mallu gang get-together. And then we fell in love. I am happy with him today but I know that we would not have fallen for each had it not been the friends we had around us.
Life was so filled with entertainment and fun that I had to consciously take time off to call Amma back home.
Come weekend and we would all get together at one of our small flats and then decide on the menu..cook together / order stuff.. play cards.. fight.. sleep .. movies and then presto it would be two in the morning..and then someone would want to see marine drive just then.. we would take a cranky cab and go to see the queens necklace. Life was good.
Then we were all set to get married and he got an offer from this place. It was close to his hometown and that meant a lot. Amma was alone at home and I felt I should be back too.. A few friends genuinely tried to talk to me out of it. But I decided that it was what his heart wanted and it was a good career opportunity for him..albeit a bad one for me.
We came here. I regret it :)
Since the past 5 years I am constantly searching for friends. Friends with whom we can share a lazy weekend. Friends with whom we can hop to the mall with. A friend to go window shopping. I attributed the lack of it to myself. Now I know its not just me. Its the place. This place is so full of the good Indian girls and I will never be able to find her here.
Now and then I meet people I like... but friendship ends at office here. Not more than that. I am still waiting .. now that the baby is growing up.. i get more space .. i can handle him while shopping... but i need a girl/woman friend. I hope I find her soon.
I loved it there, and I have not seen even a part of what Bombay had to offer. I loved the food.. I loved the freedom it had to offer... But now when I think of it what I loved most was the friends .
I met my husband there, we were just two mallus then.. meeting on weekends as part of the mallu gang get-together. And then we fell in love. I am happy with him today but I know that we would not have fallen for each had it not been the friends we had around us.
Life was so filled with entertainment and fun that I had to consciously take time off to call Amma back home.
Come weekend and we would all get together at one of our small flats and then decide on the menu..cook together / order stuff.. play cards.. fight.. sleep .. movies and then presto it would be two in the morning..and then someone would want to see marine drive just then.. we would take a cranky cab and go to see the queens necklace. Life was good.
Then we were all set to get married and he got an offer from this place. It was close to his hometown and that meant a lot. Amma was alone at home and I felt I should be back too.. A few friends genuinely tried to talk to me out of it. But I decided that it was what his heart wanted and it was a good career opportunity for him..albeit a bad one for me.
We came here. I regret it :)
Since the past 5 years I am constantly searching for friends. Friends with whom we can share a lazy weekend. Friends with whom we can hop to the mall with. A friend to go window shopping. I attributed the lack of it to myself. Now I know its not just me. Its the place. This place is so full of the good Indian girls and I will never be able to find her here.
Now and then I meet people I like... but friendship ends at office here. Not more than that. I am still waiting .. now that the baby is growing up.. i get more space .. i can handle him while shopping... but i need a girl/woman friend. I hope I find her soon.
