Life in a South Indian PG – Stories of Freedom, Friendship & Simple Joys

I miss those days when i reached home early at 4 and go for jogging watching small kids play in the ground.  Mindlessly reaching iskon and dance without any fear in mind sharply at 6pm. It used to be wonderful to put clothes for washing every weekend waiting for chicken gravy at afternoon.  Running to temple at Saturdays just to escape rava upma from pg. Having water mixed tea at Saturdays and Sundays and complaining to the whole pg except the owner aunty. 

I miss those days when we wake up at 10am at morning have poori and wake up again at 2. Our day used to start at 3pm evening going for shopping in dmart having some pani puri. I miss those days my dear pg friends.  I remember my days in office when i was having stomach pain fainted my manager arranged my friends to leave me in my pg. Those days when even my family was not there along but never felt alone.  I had people who were more than a family.  My mentor who cares for me.  My people so called team mates.  The days we celebrated birthdays together cake cutting in cafeteria.  

Shopping were never felt boring with my pg mates.  Lunch time used to be long waits with sweet treat at the end. We never had a lunch without sweet.  I miss to ask those words "anna innu swalpa haaki" for those kesari. There will always be some of my teammates in the cafeteria. Intern gang my team or my kadlas (that's how my friends call those boys who talks to me). My friends from different departments. 

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I miss those times i used to go for walk after lunch time. Chats for long time without any propose.  

I always had time for myself.  Cycling time after office hours. Tea time with my mentor in the under construction floor. I miss those days with you my mentor that we fix time to work without talking.  Sharply if we start at 8.30 we won't open mouth until 11 then a break for 30 minutes for healthy snack.  We had worked properly without intrusion. I miss those days when i used to get appreciation from my mentor for even small things that i used to do.  I miss those real smiles in my face.  You people were my life before marriage.  I'm not sure if I'm missing bangalore or i miss the past totally.  I miss the person who showed me way whenever i used to be in confusion. May be I've grown to manage a district with one senior and some juniors still my mind yearns to be a kid there in my family which was more than my family.  

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