After two months of shuttling endlessly between three cities and two weeks of shuttling endlessly between government offices, I can now say that my relocation to Mumbai is complete. :) I never realised how much I missed staying close to my family. Now before you dismiss me as an Italian mafiaso, let me explain that I am enjoying the pampering and attention from my family after seven long years, which I spent doing all kinds of things according to my credo - "Try everything once".
The realisation of how much time I was spending with my sister's kids hit me when I was setting my cupboard while humming their nursery rhymes and, for the life of me, couldn't remember any of my favorite songs. Deep thought yielded the long-forgotten song from Saajan - "Mera dil bhi kitna paagal hai". Very apt song for the occasion, but I decided to remedy the situation with dollops of U2 once I got the room to myself.
Once that little panic attack was sorted out, I looked to go shopping. After transferring all my worldly belongings from Bangalore, I needed stuff to beautify my home (A girl can always justify her shopping sprees). It was then that I began missing my Bengaluru. Stepping out in Mumbai turns on a faucet of pure unadulterated sweat. Little kids (who usually always stare at me, I don't know why) now found another excuse to feed their saucer eyes.
Anyway, it rained in Mumbai 4 days ago and has rained thrice since then - but only in the dead of the night. It's as if the rain gods are planning something naughty and want to tiptoe their way into Mumbai. Whatever their agenda, I'm happy as long as it rains.
For now, my life figures on two searches - job search (now that I am here) and guy search (again, now that I am here). While the former is under my sub judice, the latter belongs to my parents, who seem relieved to finally have me where they wanted me. To paraphrase them - "Muahahaha".
Although I have quite some bit to write about, I am now going to take a break and browse through some templates. It's about time for a change.
