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Parting is never easy they say... Seated on a flight back to India, my mind wanders back to the day I arrived in Sydney. The summer night was crisp as I walked out of the airport to meet AV, a colleague who barely knew me but had still cared enough to come pick me up and take me to her home for the night. I’m not really sure when I lost my heart to this city; maybe it was the next afternoon on the train when I saw Sydney Harbour in its full glory, or maybe it was when I saw that childlike gleam in AV’s eyes when she saw the opera house. AV if you’re reading this post; have really missed you after you left Sydney... Tuesday movie nights and pizzas at Encasa haven’t been the same without you. Even the hot chocolate at Bill’s coffee place on wintery evenings is not that much fun without your gossip
Life has been quite a ride with my quirky house mate S. I think I have lost count of your peculiar aches & pains...now that I think of it, maybe it has something to do with your chilli fanaticism. My drinking mate and a great cook...it’s a pity we never got around to that salsa pub. Good luck for the future and do remember what I said about the Irish men in your life
AN...just another friendly face at work...soon became my friend, counsellor and mom in Sydney. Thanks for all your care and concern...wish I could have come around to your place for fish curry once more before I left.
J the stoic man of few words, who would break into a smile at the unlikeliest of moments. Thanks for always being my saviour at work. M & E, my foodie friends....I think we have discussed food more than work. J & M, seemed like school kids when I first met them....turned out to be excellent work mates and great friends. I’m not really sure what the story is but I hope things work out great for you two.
Walks along the beach...sneaking sushi into Max Brenner’s and falafel rolls into the boat club... racing across the Sydney university courtyard...watching the ships from Lady Macquarie’s Chair...I will always cherish the sweet summer evenings spent with BW. I still have no clue how you would get tickets to all those bizarre movies that nobody else seemed to want to watch...btw you look way better than the real BW:)
I’m glad for all the laughs we had...wish they could go on a bit longer. Wonder how things could have turned out if I had stayed back...but I hope I have made a friend forever in you. As the plane leaves Sydney airport, my mind goes back to the evenings spent on Brighton watching the planes take off in the distance...it hurts to say good bye which is why I didn’t. Another time, another place, things could have ended differently... so until our paths cross again...au revoir.
Life has been quite a ride with my quirky house mate S. I think I have lost count of your peculiar aches & pains...now that I think of it, maybe it has something to do with your chilli fanaticism. My drinking mate and a great cook...it’s a pity we never got around to that salsa pub. Good luck for the future and do remember what I said about the Irish men in your life
AN...just another friendly face at work...soon became my friend, counsellor and mom in Sydney. Thanks for all your care and concern...wish I could have come around to your place for fish curry once more before I left.
J the stoic man of few words, who would break into a smile at the unlikeliest of moments. Thanks for always being my saviour at work. M & E, my foodie friends....I think we have discussed food more than work. J & M, seemed like school kids when I first met them....turned out to be excellent work mates and great friends. I’m not really sure what the story is but I hope things work out great for you two.
Walks along the beach...sneaking sushi into Max Brenner’s and falafel rolls into the boat club... racing across the Sydney university courtyard...watching the ships from Lady Macquarie’s Chair...I will always cherish the sweet summer evenings spent with BW. I still have no clue how you would get tickets to all those bizarre movies that nobody else seemed to want to watch...btw you look way better than the real BW:)
I’m glad for all the laughs we had...wish they could go on a bit longer. Wonder how things could have turned out if I had stayed back...but I hope I have made a friend forever in you. As the plane leaves Sydney airport, my mind goes back to the evenings spent on Brighton watching the planes take off in the distance...it hurts to say good bye which is why I didn’t. Another time, another place, things could have ended differently... so until our paths cross again...au revoir.
