She is independent
She is entertaining
Has a beautiful smile
And a free spirit
We bonded over marketing classes, maggi, brisk walks, wild dances, and some unnecessary stress. She was an important part of the beautiful life up on that hill. Almost three years on and we always pick up from where we last left. I can never forget the god-awesome trip to the mountains we took together. And the endless inane chats we had in the hostel, in flights, in my room at home when she came for sleepovers, and pretty much every time we met.
She is paranoid and emotional too, but you’ve got to know her well to be part of that.
Mangalore was far, but I did not want to miss her wedding. One of the few that mattered. It was slightly inconvenient to do the back and forth between Delhi-Bangalore-Mysore-Delhi-Mangalore over a space of 10 days, but it was completely worth it. I am so, so glad that I went for her big day!
Warmth, simplicity and laughter enveloped my time in this beach city. Sea happiness, yes. Bad hair moments, oh yes! It should suffice to say that I carried a hair straightener to the wedding venue. And was laughing stock when I woke up in the mornings.
I missed seeing the small runway of the airport on the hilltop plateau because I didn’t have a window seat. Basu says that I was lucky to have not witnessed it. I got way too curious to appreciate the good luck. Another time, I hope.
It is one more person who has moved out of Delhi. I don’t know when we will meet next. I know things won’t be the same here on. This is hard. But I am wishing her a lifetime of happiness with the man who I think is perfect for her.
|Basu looks like a happy prisoner|
|Me at the Tannir Bavi beach 🙂|
Photos courtesy all the friends.