I am sitting in a shady internet cafe in suburban Mumbai, trying to type on a keyboard that doesn't always work. The agitation creeps in, but this time I am determined not to delete the post and keep typing no matter what..
Am in Mumbai, not for work, nor for pleasure. Am visiting my folks, who had this long standing complaint that I have not been to Mumbai even though I am fokat for last 3 odd months. Yes it is true I quit my job some 3 months back. And I don't get disturbed when I think about it. In fact I feel a kind of relief that is difficult to explain.
Anyway, so I decided to drive up to Mumbai, I should say that It was a great drive, accept for 150 odd KM from chitradurga to Hubli, It is a very well kept four lane highway, and yes the dessert of course is the Expressway from Pune to Mumbai.
But once in Mumbai, I am suddenly surrounded by boredom, that I am trying my best to fight against. Milan Kundera is very helpful in warding off the boredom. A chance introduction to the writer's work by Abhishek, and I am hooked.
Am looking forward to the return trip and am missing Bangalore. I am amazed by the fact though.
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