शहर की इस दौड में

1 week in Melbourne.. can see the Atlantic ocean from the office.. yet havent been to the beach yet :(
Vs the same me who frolicked on the beach during the interview..

What's changed is that the buses in MLB run every 2 hrs.. Framing your schedule around the bus schedule, sun n sand.. Mumbai-isque though 180 deg. apart and sans the crowds..

Ghar se nikale the

Returned to gainesville to pack and go..

2 आठवड्यापूर्वी रूमी फोन वर का उदास होती ते आल्याआल्याच जाणवल (oh god this new blogger is horrible!!) ज्या घरात 2 वर्ष काढली ते घर 2 दिवसात सोडून जायचं.. साध्या hall मधल्या fire alarm शी सुद्धा आठवणी आहेत जुळलेल्या  .. 

रिकाम घर मी पण जाताना अजूनच पोरक होणार.. नव्या लोकांची वा_t  बघत .. 

When you sneak someone in..

My lab is closed on Sundays. Unless someone who has the access opens the door for you. If you dont know who's gonna be in the lab, you spend 15 minutes of your Sunday morning in calling PhD people to see if they are in the lab. There is a simple solution too..some good soul has opened the door already for you.

Fortunately, as soon as I alighted the bus, I found a stranger who could open the door for me. And I passed the good deed that came my way to others. Today I was the good soul who has opened the door a wee bit to let other MS folks in.

I hope an opportunity knocks at my door soon, am all set to welcome it with open hearts..

On Missing + Moving On

When I first left Dallas, i had an empty feeling. A feeling that I never had when school/ college was over. One expects the school/ college graduation and looks forward to the new beginning.
Yes, I did look forward to meet my friends in Gnv, and the new semester. Yet, I could not shake away the emptiness.. the apprehension when you leave something dear behind and wonder if you would ever get it back.   

This time, as I leave Dallas, my bag is full. I have a job to look forward to, at an scenic location. I have reconnected with my friends and cousin in Dallas, and this time its a 'we'll meet again soon" not a "God knows if we'll ever meet again".

Yet, when my cousin was driving me back to the hotel after spending a weekend with her family, and when I pointed out my favourite buildings in the Downtown Dallas to her kids, the weird empty feeling returned again. I am in love with the city. I am gonna miss the weekend outings. I am gonna miss my gang, who, each weekend, did agree to the ventures chalked by me. Where else can I meet a puneri ragini out-of-blue 4 yrs after we last met?

Change is the only thing permanent in life.. moving on.. starting afresh.. exactly an year after I started my journey to Dallas, I start from Dallas to the road ahead..