Life in Delhi is 'interesting!' (and not in the sense I usually use this word). I started off... loving Delhi and its way of life and now that the novelty of it all has started to run out, I suddenly find myself pining for singapore (never thought that could happen) and the people I left behind there. And its not that I dont like delhi anymore; I still think as highly of it as I did when I first started living here. But lately I have started to feel this awning sense of loneliness, this sense of being insignificant in a city so busy and large, this feeling of not having anyone to call my own here. And so I end up grasping at small incidents and newly formed relationships to give me that sense of belonging to somewhere or someone here.
I have been told often by people close to me, that I wear my heart on my sleeve and that I treat, a posession as precious and fragile as it, with a tad bit of carelessness. And while, so far I have not had any reason to agree with that assessment, I think I may have gotten myself one. And along with that landed myself into a situation that is by no means enviable. And I think the distance is all to blame; The near-ness to one and the far-ness from another. But whatever the reason, I am left here trying to come to terms with it all. I know, I talk in riddles, much like the state of my mind right now! Sigh!
But like always (the die-hard optimist in me awakens finally! Phew!), it will all be fine. Who knows, a whole lot of good just may come out of it.
PS- In retrospect, this post sounds soooo low and depressed. Don't worry (if u were), I am just in a mellow state of mind and wierdly, feeling ironical about everything (I hope its just PMS, for then I know that it will soon pass).
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