The shades in between

The big bottle of aquafina stares at me from across the room. Large, looming and annoyingly blue. Three days ago, I thought buying a 2 litre bottle of water would ensure that I didn't have to keep running to the store. But little did I know that this particular bottle was designed by a narcissistic bottle-designer (yes, that's a profession) who knew that this bottle would land up in my hands. That's when the battle began. Its been 2 weeks since I officially began living by myself. The 6 weeks at TWU never counted as I always had friends around, the sole purpose of my apartment being the comfy bed it offered. But now, I'm on my own. Apart from managing my career, I need to do my own grocery shopping, make my own coffee and most of all, make sure I'm fed thrice a day... a concept I'm yet to really comprehend. Having been a bit of a spoilt kid back at home, whether it was going out to get a photocopy or getting a glass of milk at night, there was always someone by ...

So I watched Julie and Julia, and while for most people, it might have inspired to cook, for me, it did to write. The last time I was here, I was a full-time student, a part-time journalist and I had atleast a semblance of a social life. I was at home - with my family, my friends and all that I thought defined me. Now, I am more than hundreds of kilometers away from everything familiar, struggling for balance in this journey I so fondly call life. The past 6 months have been nothing short of roller coaster ride. All that was evil in college met its fitting end like a cliched chick-flick, but with it also came the heart-wrenching farewells. I’m not one for sappy lovey-dovey status messages about how college was the place where all of our hearts moulded into this well… um… giant heart, but I know I’ll miss the handful who stood by my side through everything. Following that, I plunged head long into being a journalist and spent a crazy month on reporting assignments till my trusty r...