My
days at Bangalore were the most happily lonely days. Well yes, you heard it
right, those words aren't supposed to go together. But who says so, society?
Well already being known for some pretty much stupid decisions in my life,
society doesn't open armedly welcome me, but the people around me are kind. And
I am extremely grateful for that.
So
my days at Bangalore were like cold, not literally, but the "hello, I'm
new here" kinda cold. Where you know naught where you belong but you
belong everywhere. Well everything that you do is pretty adventurous, yet
lonely. You are involuntarily taught the new language and made to pronounce
word, well each is an achievement I would say, yet you are alone because you
don't have your comfort. For a moth like me, comfort is my flame. With no
guiding light of mine, I wasn't lost, but was discovering myself more.
You
know what I learn, I learnt its pretty much okay to be lost. Well, that's how
you find new places! It's also okay not to be chosen, well let's be
straight, life doesn't give you more than what is in your share. It’s okay to
be sad, it’s okay not to smile, and it’s pretty much okay to cry in cafes,
eating that yummy cake when your heart breaks. It’s fun to travel on your own
and jolly good to catch up and cook for your cousin. It's a blessing to
rekindle your relationship and a race to trying to be punctual! Eccentricities
weren't frowned upon and you formed a special bond with a few souls. The most
content full being, when you have a masal dosa and its bliss, to top it off
with a black coffee. Sometimes it’s good to lose light, it helps you recalibrate.
But never lose hope and mostly importantly don't lose sight of the little joys
of life.
