… i miss bhilai. I keep remembering everything good that ever happened to me back there, and somehow, it still makes me feel sad.
I know that i’m supposed to be psyched about staying in the silicon city of India, but something just doesn’t add up. Over here, you need to think chinnaswamy or IPL if anyone does so much as even mention a stadium. Things were different back in steel city. I miss hanging out with my best buds, KT and Pratyush. I miss discussing the perils of soft drinks with Shanu at Jayanthi stadium. I miss the unimaginably damned situations i always managed to get myself into. I miss everything that was bad about my school, and i miss everything that was good about the people i met over there.
I miss Mrs Madhumita guha, who’ll probably remain etched as the best teacher i ever came across in my life. I miss even the jealous crowd, that used to backbite at my feats.
I miss that girl i knew. I miss the puddles of dark water i had to tread before entering her street. I miss the fact that she was always a kilometre away. I miss trying to convince her. I miss trying to patch up at 11 in the night. I miss the last time i had to cross those puddles.