Whoever had said, "Home Sweet Home" must have tasted hell on this earth to realize and accept the true value of home.
Now even I can say this! Although I have spent a meagre 5 months away from home and on top of it visited 'home'every weekend yet I have fully understood that there cannot be a better shelter than one's own home.
Our office shifted to Gurgaon, the Indian Manhattan (pun intended, surely) in Nov.08 and since the very thought of travelling 100kms everyday was frightening; I did the best I could do. Shift to Gurgaon. Infact within 15 days I got a nice place. It was nothing fancy I was to be a PG..not post graduate but a paying guest. I was to share a room with another girl. Nice room with attached bath, nothing can be more comfortable than that at the onset of winters.
But the most imporatnt part is food. WHich was not to be served by the PG people..Ohho I simply forgot to write about them. The house was owned by a bengali widow lady with a working daughter. Ironically I shared my surname with her but that did not turn fecund in any way!!! The lady was basically non-interfering kind but sometimes she was really a pain. Her daughter used to stay as a PG in East Delhi which was close to my place. Funny eh!
As for food we used to order from Dabbawalas or tiffinwalas. The food was okay but then tell me how long can one survive on 'Okay' food...tell, tell? The co-habitants did not really matter, I hardly got to meet them thanks to my i-dont-know-when kind of timings. Most of it I really did not want to be the only one who stays near the office. I bet you all know why:P
And on top of it no increments! So 'here I am' back home . Enjoying myself at papa ka hotel.
But I would like to venture out again:)
