So I'm spending my last few numbered days in Kolkata trying to squeeze time out of a steely day. Farewells and departures are always manic. And I'm struggling to make sense of it all. Each celebration is laced with sadness. By the end of it, I can see myself as the lost sailor steering a mast-less ship. Onward ho, that's all I know!
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What rubbish!!! That's exactly what it is. 3 weeks ago I was exactly where you are now except perhaps this was my first plunge while you have tested the waters before... But now...in 3 weeks I've got myself wrapped up in a whirlwind romance that is Dilli. And am.loving.every.bit.of.it.
And so will you. The city will make you nauseous the minute you get of the train and something in the pit of your stomach will make you want to jump back onto the Rajdhani so that you're heading back home...but give it a few days and you'll realise you are home. Maybe for 11 months and 18 days or 11 years and 18 days...it is home...
And you aint a lone sailor...you have two other shipwrecked beings waiting for you...
Welcome home matey =)
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