I can't believe I'm back home for summer already. Seems just like yesterday that I moved to Bombay, this huge, complex, unexplainable city. What started off as a miserable first two months eventually transformed into giving me a second home, people to love and a new sense of self. I never realized how protected I had been (by liberal parents of a single child and a small city where above a certain social strata, everyone knows everyone) till I was forced to step into a world that was unknown in every way. Where it did not matter where I had come from or what I had done in my life or gone through. New meaning to new beginnings.
The year brought along new friends, the kind I am thankful for every morning when I wake up. A new sense of realization as to how much it means to me to do well academically and to remain focused. New confidence and perspective. I now know that you can never predict the end of monsoons in Bombay and that you have to carry a just-in-case hoodie till November. You can't just walk into Leopold at 12 expecting the kitchen to be open. You can't expect to find a place to sit if you try getting on a local train any time past 5:00 pm. That there are two exits to the Churchgate station and you need to take the subway even though its gives the word "scary" new meaning. That sitting at Marine Drive in the middle of the night with your legs swinging over the ledge facing the ocean, with your best friends might be the most beautiful experience in the city. That walks down Carter road with your best friend while eating chocolate and talking about everything under the sky would make your birthday easily the best you've had.
I entered Bombay lost and completely alone, hating every aspect of it. And here I am today, at home, but waiting to go back to the city to which I now belong.