Farewell, K

Post-graduated five days ago. It rained intermittently the whole day, making my wish to see K during the rains true even thought it really screwed up the convocation for everyone's parents. Sigh, K never looked more beautiful. Wore a saree under a convocation gown that would keep slipping, too k batch photos, section photos, hip-hip-hurrayed, assembled in line, received my diploma, forgot to bow to the faculty, hugged friends, climbed up the amphi (which now in my mind seems like an amphi I've never been on) and realized only when one of the people I was congratulating said, 'Okay, bye', that it was probably the last time I'll ever meet/see most of those people. The feeling was pea-sized then. Later, took lots of photos with friends, with MC people or those that worked anyway, with family and Ammy clutching the degree, sorry, diploma with me, meeting people, being exasperated at the terrible dinner arrangements, being extremely exhausted, packing up the last remnants, dealing with Mom's stress at too much luggage, nearly losing my temper a zillion times and then finally, when everyone had left my room and I had to carry the one remaining bag, I mouthed 'Bye room, bye K', with my hands on the switchboard. As I flicked off each of the three switches one by one, something so routine and stared at my now bare room, my eyes smarted and I just couldn't keep away the tears. In order to avoid people, even though, I secretly desperately wanted to meet someone I knew, I didn't take the stairs to the upper floor and walked down my corridor and to the jeep that would take us to the hotel. I met doc on the way, and the tears I had been trying to hide then, just wouldn't stop and I ended up hugging her and crying, and she consoled me in her usual practical istyle. Walked on, deposited single bag in jeep and walked to the canteen for some last minute gifting. Got into the jeep and it started winding down the hill, and racing down the narrow, smooth roads of Calicut and I cried silently. Mom and sis sat quietly opposite me, making no comments. I messaged last goodbyes to people in hope of some consolation, some came, some reached late. But I was fine by then, just needed some hugs from Dad which I got later. I never thought I'd cry, but I did. Love you, K.

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Ammy's the bright spot at home right now. Whenever she's around, the whole place is radiant and happy. Oh and it was so funny when during the Munnar trip, she kept chedofying the driver with her 'Aaanhs' and the driver kept calling her Ammaro instead of Ammaarah :))... made her sound like a car's diesel engine or something. She loves dad clapping and singing 'Yaara dildara meri Ammaarah' and will begin to clap the minute he does so. If he stops singing, she claps her hands as a reminding gesture and says 'Ammama' (her pronunciation of her name) and Baba starts singing again.


These are some photos of her before we left for K.

In the drawing room, looking out.

On all fours :D

Playing peek-a-boo ('Aiiee taa!' in Hyderabadi) with the curtains

The last post was my 300th. The huge delay before that was so that I could have a new template ready before I posted. To those who asked about the header, it was an image I was playing around with, a photo I'd taken of my dress when I accidentally managed to 'invert colors' in Paint... and loved the result!

Have lots to write about, musings over marriage etc. Should be back soon, now that I have a wireless connection at home! Yayy!