Live. Laugh. Love. Dream. #IHMMumbai

You never know how precious something is

till you have to say goodbye

I don't know how but this journey has come to an end

in the blink of an eye

when I walk through these gates

.....I know I'm home.

Memories abound and still live on

among the pages of incomplete journals

in watery coffee and bread omelettes

in "poisonous" crepe suzettes

they still haunt the FO & HK labs

the mess and the bakery and kitchens

the tapri and the irani

in the graceful swirl of a saree pallo

and the euphoria of finally being employed

they live on in shards of glass and discarded newspaper,

in a haze creeping through the senses:

remnants of memorable nights;

in inside jokes and piles of notes

and unsharpened knives

...under the staid black and white 

there will always exist a technicolor life

new friendships forged

and a whole new treasure trove of memories made

through endless conversations and good times

I don't remember where it all begun

its truly incredible;

the way ducklings metamorphose into swans 

headstrong, beautiful, confident

poised to spread their wings and fly

but a small part of us will still revel in nonsense

in the happiness of pure gobbledegook

after all; this is a part of who we are;

children at heart

Whiffs of smoke combined with the tang of salty sea air

brings me back to life

and when I walk in through these gates

my heart burgeons with nostalgia

with happiness and pride

.....I'm home.