So, this is it.
I am packed and checked in – the wonders of the world wide web. I could even print my boarding pass. On the top is the British Airways logo, and to the right, a few choice words: they read “ready to fly”.
I ponder over this. I am writing bleary eyed, tired after a hectic day. But I know there is much more, really: a world of ends, before beginnings can come forth. The end of Oxford, and a world with my two best friends. (You know who you are.) The end of my few months at the bank, and that very special colleague who sat next to me. (Again, you know.)
I am thankful that I can spin these memories over a hundred times, and still find more to reminisce with. But I feel bruised, from leaving certain someones who will likely stay with me forever. You will all be missed, sorely.
Here’s to the beginnings. I am ready.
Going Home to India 