Its always about the people and the city...

Yes there are instincts…strong and certain. The ones that need no after thought, or convincing. They pop up in mind and take a domain that is reserved for ‘things beyond doubt.’ I had one such instinct last June that this is it for me in Delhi. And this is despite me being a hard core Delhiite. I always maintain that if I want to live in India, it has to be in Delhi else let it be abroad. And now, after 10 months, the status is this: I am leaving for my internship with the Royal bank of Scotland in Singapore in tomorrow. And I am going for a student exchange program in 4th term to Norway. I have never been abroad and this is way too exciting :) I am keen to see where life takes me next…but u know what? I’m all up for it :)

One may never know why they are fond of few things…these things, or rather, I will extend it to people, appeal to you in a way that you have no reason. Nor you have a reason behind why you let go of them…sometimes unwillingly, sometimes, badly, and sometimes out of some stroke of destiny. This story of my life is about someone very dear to me, how I lost him, how it re appeared and how then I let go of it…and nothing happened of my own will or cognizance… Snowy :) The cute pup born in the drain was one of the four-Ronny(the most shararati) Snowy(the nice laid back one), princess (the beautiful) and the forth that was taken by fishermen b4 it could be named. How and in what circumstances they were fnd is also worth narrating. Before them, we loved the twin black pups in Annexe night canteen. One day, the municipal guys suddenly took them off from there, on student’s complain. Huh..how can they be termed nuisance?? Then they came in our life, born in a dry drain in front of the Basketbal...