another pile of goodbyes.. but this time... its not a little pile but infact a single large one. My suitcase reminds my flatmate of a pregnat woman. now that's something... how I managed to pack everything in it is a tale of wonder.. besides cursing it and zipping painstaking micron by micron I at one time did my best Space Odyssey imitation.. by jumping on the bag like an awakened ape... my Monolith was finally zipped up. The remains of my life scattered around the room.. Let me collect my life into a portable form. Two Suitcases and a Carry bag.. my life.
I'm leaving my super efficient little home for the last 7 odd weeks and heading home.. back to Rajma Chawal and traffic jams... bad driving and dirty air.. hehe.. yeah yeah and I'm so glad... a quick stopover at home.. before heading to Ithaca and another half year of scholarly pursuits... I long to be with the familiar again and it seems so strange that I'm already feeling sad for the little time I'll have... it's almost like I don't have time to be relieved...
But I am so glad for the Fort Palace trip... It'll give us much needed time to be alone.. that day will have to last a hundred and eighty more... It will have to, we must make it.. there's no option.
as I bid farewell to Nanyang Technological Univeristy and Ez-Link cards and OCBC bank.. I feel nothing. as always.. oh u cold cold man... I smile a mischevious smile.. oh well..!
to another dawn and another chapter.. but I'll be back here.. I'm not completely done with this place just yet...
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