Au revoir
So S wrote me a farewell post. Here I was at 5 in the evening thinking that this is my last day at work and I m not at all feeling sentimental about anything. And then I read it and I cannot believe I how badly I am going to miss all these inane things that we did.
The stupid shopaholic trips where she used to berate me about my FabIndia obsession or those bookshop sojourns where we would just keep on picking one book after another. Or the cab rides back home at 12 in the night. I got used to her being there that i look to my side every time i m in a word salad. People speculated that I would be doing the same head nod during my interview. But yeah that how dependant I have become. She is the sane one who is trying to talk me out of all those stupid things that I always tangle into. She is the one who helps out when I am in a pickle ( I don't know what I would have done without you in that situation, probably checked into a psych ward for paranoia) She was the one who pushed me to study for CAT, without her I would be sleeping 12 hours a day or catching up the new TV series. She made me read all the good novels and introduced me to Indian Fiction. And she was the one who reminded me the good old 60s music that I seem to have forgotten.
When I came to Chennai, I never dreamt of actually having a friend like her. I was absolutely miserable for the first three months trying to fit in where I could not. And then one day I heard some one talking about books and the rest is history. I had a good birthday after a bad run of three years thanks to her. Vintage Monday nights will always be special.
I thought I was lucky I have an agony aunt, seems like I have two now :)
P.S I am being the good one, I did not give you a nick name!
The stupid shopaholic trips where she used to berate me about my FabIndia obsession or those bookshop sojourns where we would just keep on picking one book after another. Or the cab rides back home at 12 in the night. I got used to her being there that i look to my side every time i m in a word salad. People speculated that I would be doing the same head nod during my interview. But yeah that how dependant I have become. She is the sane one who is trying to talk me out of all those stupid things that I always tangle into. She is the one who helps out when I am in a pickle ( I don't know what I would have done without you in that situation, probably checked into a psych ward for paranoia) She was the one who pushed me to study for CAT, without her I would be sleeping 12 hours a day or catching up the new TV series. She made me read all the good novels and introduced me to Indian Fiction. And she was the one who reminded me the good old 60s music that I seem to have forgotten.
When I came to Chennai, I never dreamt of actually having a friend like her. I was absolutely miserable for the first three months trying to fit in where I could not. And then one day I heard some one talking about books and the rest is history. I had a good birthday after a bad run of three years thanks to her. Vintage Monday nights will always be special.
I thought I was lucky I have an agony aunt, seems like I have two now :)
P.S I am being the good one, I did not give you a nick name!
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sniff sniff ..just came back from the station .. moi all senti now .. won't comment ..