Hey all.

 

I don't know if any of you here in the US have felt a tinge of remorse while shifting from one apartment to the other. Regardless, it all depends not on the location or size of the place, but the memories you have created here, the events that have given so much joy to you and others, the fights, the celebrations, the potlucks and the dance parties, the special conversations, showing the place to relatives and friends, arranging things the way you want them to be. O there are so many things that come to mind. Now, physically, all that remains is the naked shell that it was when we took it.

 

the new place is nice, and cheaper, and in the same apartment complex. And yet, it is impersonal, like a new diary. The emotional portrait of you exists not at all here. You reach for something that should have been there, and find it not to be there. A different look, a less familiar look.

 

But with a new place are promises of better memories.

 

Had a last fling on the terrace yesterday with friends, one that i am unlikely to forget in a hurry. I don't get emotional in general, but this attachment to my pad is a new feeling for me, one reminiscent of my shifting houses in Bombay.

 

This is the last email I will be sending from this, my dear, apartment 1103. You may joke about this, and you may make me the target of your ire, giving this the title of "spam". I don't care.

 

-abhi