Right now, at this moment I am missing Kolkata so much that I feel like taking the next flight home. except that I can't. I can't even afford a decent looking rain proof choppol to wear to office; the ones I have are torn beyond repair. I am painfully hobble my way to work everyday. I am digressing. 

When I left I had no intentions of returning ever. Only a few weeks back I was actually contemplating going back. not because I have outgrown this city. Because I wanted to prepare for masters et al.

One taxi ride through my favorite part of Worli on a rainy afternoon and I realized it'd be a cold day in hell before I leave this city so soon. More on that, later.

But right now, at this moment, I want to go home. where no one will laugh at my gender-confused, south-Calcutta Bangla accented Hindi. 

Not that it matters much. The being-laughed-at bit. But still. I wanna go home and sleep. 

Meanwhile, good days ahead. 

That's my work table. It is generally not this messy. That yellow cup is my favorite. I love drinking my hot chocolate out of it everyday. One day I didn't find it in the pantry and actually bugged Banwariji to no end before he found another one from the messy confused assortment of pots, pans, plates, cups that is the pantry. It seems I have some form of OCD they haven't come up with a name for yet. I googled and none of the types mentioned fit. 
   

P.S; I really like to draw people's attention to unimportant details.

P.P.S; I’m going for Iftar celebration tomorrow.