Our new home

We have finally shifted to Pune – into our new home. It’s a nice place, small enough to feel cozy and big enough to feel lazy (when you are lying on the bed with a book in hand and need a glass of water) to walk from one end to the other. After a lot of contemplation, we managed to do a little wood-work in the house. Its minimal and basic but fully serves our purpose.

The best part of the house is that we get to view a huge patch of sky with no sky-scrapers to block the view. Westward wind keeps blowing throughout the day which keeps the place cool. Evening onwards, the wind gets so chilly that we almost shiver. On many nights, we choose to sleep in the balcony inside the mosquito net. Lavanya has full on blast inside the net and for me, it’s a complete bliss to sleep in the moonlight, under thick Rajaai enjoying natural coolness (Imagine, even during peak summers we didin’t sleep in the bedroom with noisy fan running on high speed). Our little garden is getting ready, we have a couple of rose bushes, a champa, soft yellow and pink shoe-flower, a juhi, a tulsi and a mogra besides other crotons.

But above all, I am totally enjoying the feeling of independence. I am living on my terms. I can rightfully take a call regarding small (& big) things in life and feel responsible. While that also increases my chances of making mistakes, but Chaltaa hai !! Right now, I am too busy enjoying this new-found freedom to worry about going wrong.

Yes, I terribly miss Bombay and living there. I miss the family times, I miss the professionalism that lingers in the air (only word that can best describe any type of service providers in Pune is “Kaamchor”, in contrast with that Bombay actually spoils you), I miss well-made (almost perfect) chaat, I miss the maid who would diligently do all her designated jobs plus a lot more, I miss the sabjiwala who readily exchanges fruits/veggies if they are found bad upon cutting/chopping, I miss BEST buses and trains and auto-rikshaws with the untampered meters, I miss the noise in the air and I totally miss the fraternizing spirit that every Bombayite experiences when s/he is out there in public.

But then, ‘you get some; you don’t’ get some’ (This phrase is coined by me on the lines of ‘you win some; you lose some’) So I am OK. I rarely get time to brood , I am busy with my new haircut or eat self-made laddoos or stand in the balcony and marvel at our new possession.