A series of disastrous exams, despite over a week’s incessant hard-work (mixed with sleep-deprivation, tension, crankiness) was soon followed by an adventurous and nail-biting drive to the Bangalore International Airport. In an attempt to reach the Airport in time, affectionate hugs were forgone and limited to mere hurried goodbyes, but eventually it only left me a few minutes away from almost missing my flight. The entire string of incidents was so ruthlessly quick that even a moment to squeeze in contemplating disappointing exams, a sigh of relief that they’re over, or the excitement that my Bombay dream was finally coming true, seemed like an impossibility. Nonetheless, as I boarded the flight to take a window seat, the only thing on mind was sleep- its taste forgotten, and its value unrealised till the current deprivation was felt. But the excitement of Bombay still unusually lingered on, poking me each time about how desperately I had longed to go see the city, since time immemorial.
Each trip is meant to have a purpose, they say. The known purpose of this one was an internship, a topic currently seeming all-important and attaining centre-stage in every conversation about future plans for life. On the flip-side, the unacknowledged purpose was how the internship had transformed itself into a fortunate façade- to be off to Bombay! A city I had never been to, but had heard so much about, a city renowned to have made many dreams reach fruition and caused renewed lives. Being absolutely unaware of what it has in store for me, or even what I actually expect out of it, I had barged right ahead to challenge the city to blatantly show me all that it has. After occasional human and air turmoil, and the flight ultimately landed, I walked out of the air-conditioned spaces of the Chatrapathi Shivaji Airport, just as Bombay’s heat waves welcomed me by hitting me in the face: its first greeting?
There was something refreshing about this city, instantly reminding me of my favourite hometown. Ah, now in retrospect, it must have been the warmth, or perhaps the hospitability that is so familiar... And I began to like the city, and embraced it with the same unassuming vigour it greeted me with. Now as I retire for the night, too exhausted to think, the expectation of a fresh day and a fresher desire linger on...
Each trip is meant to have a purpose, they say. The known purpose of this one was an internship, a topic currently seeming all-important and attaining centre-stage in every conversation about future plans for life. On the flip-side, the unacknowledged purpose was how the internship had transformed itself into a fortunate façade- to be off to Bombay! A city I had never been to, but had heard so much about, a city renowned to have made many dreams reach fruition and caused renewed lives. Being absolutely unaware of what it has in store for me, or even what I actually expect out of it, I had barged right ahead to challenge the city to blatantly show me all that it has. After occasional human and air turmoil, and the flight ultimately landed, I walked out of the air-conditioned spaces of the Chatrapathi Shivaji Airport, just as Bombay’s heat waves welcomed me by hitting me in the face: its first greeting?
There was something refreshing about this city, instantly reminding me of my favourite hometown. Ah, now in retrospect, it must have been the warmth, or perhaps the hospitability that is so familiar... And I began to like the city, and embraced it with the same unassuming vigour it greeted me with. Now as I retire for the night, too exhausted to think, the expectation of a fresh day and a fresher desire linger on...
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