Pang-galore!

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Originally uploaded by misstekz.

The sort of pangs that hit you when you have to leave 25 years of your life behind (and try and pack a bit of it into 2 suitcases) are really difficult to handle. Suddenly, the silliest things start to look and feel so wonderful.
I closed my eyes and listened to the autos whizz past me in Jayanagar today.
Look! Our Uppi is advertising Milk and Beer on the same road.
The Postman always replies to "Yen Vishesha, Postman?" with "Helbeku, Maydum".
The SLV guy will always remember my preference and tell the little guy "Sambar-Chutney sep-rett haakappa".
Random sad evenings turn into happy ones with a cup of Assam Tea with Honey.
My grandpa will ask me twice every morning, afternoon and night if I've eaten yet - even if I am eating at the time.
Vasanthamma always asks me if I'll eat a third dosa at breakfast, even though she knows I never will.
When I am at home, Amigo is always at my feet. He will wake up once in a while, panic that I am not around and turn into the-amazing-sniffer-dog until he is thrilled to find my feet in another room and settles down again.
Family, Friends, Home and most of all, Amigo. I'm going to miss everybody and everything SO much.

Saying goodbye is so incredibly difficult for me. Because potholes or not, this is my home, this is where my heart is and always will be.