I painted my toenails red, took a long aimless walk in the evening, and I feel collected. If and when I move out of Bangalore, I'll miss her evening weather. Bangalore is like a graceful motherly lady, the kind you can rely on. You can count on breezy evenings, and cool days after a dry and hot spell. Sometimes, I miss the moodiness of Manipal's weather. It's a place where you simply mustn't step out without an umbrella. I remember occasions when I would be sipping coffee at a shop and then it would suddenly start to pour. Rains never interrupted life there. Nothing interrupted Manipal. Nothing could contain the brimming life of thousands of young people in a small town, arriving and leaving in batches with ranks and branches, talking of GPAs and assignmesnts and internals, who would walk endlessly up and down those winding roads, only to be replaced by newer faces, newer dreams, newer friendships, crushes, heartbreaks. I miss Manipal. Sometimes.
I spoke to two of my friends for hours yesterday. They don't know each other, but the similarity of their circumstances struck me. I ended up giving out similar advices, speaking out about the same fears that I have. I wish I had met one, at least one guy in my life who understood me as completely as any of my girls. Sigh.
I will go to bed now. And hopefully wake up to a beautiful day. I need to take care of myself.