It was a silly Sunday night. Like any other Sunday the day was long and dull. I packed my stuff and I was ready to move out from my old place. When everything was packed and done I was excited to move into a whole new place, but deep inside I felt sad to leave the town where I lived for almost a decade. But anyway it's good to allow some changes in life. So I did. I am ready for a change. Live in a strange place and experience a new thing, a whole new neighborhood.
I took a cab and I was heading for the new home. Well, at least a home for now, until I am with the Savior and the Creator, the home where I belong. I put my back to the old thing. I never turned back. I put my back on them. Deep inside, the feeling of leaving Kalina injured my heart like the day I broke up with my girlfriend, and I tell you, it is worst than breaking up.
After a long drive I've finally reached the new place. Dirty as it was. I took my luggage into the third floor all alone. Sweaty and tired was I. For there was none who were ready to give me a helping hand. I had to do it all alone. I fixed my new home. I put the bulbs and cleansed the floor as much as I could. There was no water stock in the house. After all sweat and tireness there was not even a single drop of water to take at least a quick shower. To make it worse there was no fan in the house. When I reached there it was already late and I didn't find a place to buy a fan. You could only imagine how terrible it may be to spend a night without fan in the hot hot night of Bombay, which some times reached till 33 degree Celsius.
There was nothing else I could do so I fixed my bed, and I was ready to hit the sack. I tried to sleep but the memory of Kalina hit me like a thunder in the rain. I never realized how much I will miss her until yes, of course I left her. It is where I spent my life while I was grown into a man. Yes, I lived there during the changes happened to me. I was not more than a boy when I reached Kalina, I lived there ever since, until the day I had to bid adieu. Seven years spent. Kalina is where I learnt almost everything. She taught me about life. Everything good or bad about me started from Kalina. And here's to her.
Kalina, you do me no good
No, not in these seven years
Now I have to bid adieu
With my eyes filled with tears
Anwaar, I won't be there anymore
Whenever you need to borrow
I ain't got business no more
No more will I sit and blow
Yes, you heard me right
I am leaving the hood
Where the sun is more bright
Ain't pulling the dope
Here to the guy on second lane
Won't come more often like I do
It's true though it sounded lame
I won't be needing your voodoo
No more will I buy from you, buddha
No longer need your vegetables
Won't be there to call you buddha
I am leaving 'cause I'm able
Won't need your cafe, Raam
The one that we called FRIENDS
I am leaving for good
Kalina, your charm and trends
Mausi, no more will I eat your rice
'Cause they've a better one
Time to stop to roll your dice
That's true, I'll be gone
You teach me well, you teach me good
You teach me all about life
Kalina is where my souls belong
For now, and all my life
You bear with me the growing pain
Never will you complain what I did
You're always there, when am in vain
You always welcome me with loving arms
Kalina, you taught me so much
You taught me everything I know
Kalina, I will miss you so much
mmmmmm.... remember me always...
Before I realized I was asleep. I woke up the next morning and I went for my work. And when I came back home the same story repeated itself. I mourn Kalina. I reminisce about the time I spent on Kalina. To take my mind away from Kalina I picked this new hobbies, and that is recording my voice on my device. It's a good fun. You should try it too when you are bored and got nothing left to do. I recorded my voice on my phone and then listen to them later. Here lemme share one of them. :-) Enjoy~~~~ Hihihi :-P
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