It all seems yesterday...First international flight...
First stamp on the passport...
First brush with the duty free...
First ride on public transport which wasn't terrible...
Those wrappers thrown in dustbin...
Those roads crossed at zebra crossing...
Those walls not peed on...
And with the blink of an eye...
I find me home with temperatures soaring at 42 degrees...
With traffic going haywire...
And with age old sagas of "get married get married"
Was it a dream?
Or did the six months happened for real??
And all those anxieties of "how would I settle in a new place" has given way to "I don't want to go back"...
Me flying off the first is a different story altogether and we shall take it offline...
:)
My gtalk list is richer by atleast 100 names...
My phone book has atleast 80 new numbers...
And my bank account is depleted of atleast 120 thousands...
This cant be a dream...
It HAS to be real...
With some amazing memories, I do look forward for the next six months..
For a change, I would like to turn back time, NOT to change the past, BUT to relive those moments...
All over again...
If only time slows down a little...
Get married .... Get married
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