Packed Up

In about 15 hours, I would have begun my journey to Pune. My bags are packed; my wardrobe is empty. As the curtains fall on a 20 year stay at Bangalore, I am uncertain about if and when I would return. While I try to reflect on the significance of this moment - of how my entire past is about to meet a seemingly promising future - I am amazed at how devoid I am of any emotion. At this juncture, I find myself neither nostalgic of the 'good old days' nor very excited about the prospects of what is to come. Has it all gotten too heavy for me to think with clarity or have I subconsciously realized that life is just a continuum in spite of the many changes that occur in its course, I do not know. But even at this moment, while I am bereft of all feelings, what I know for sure is that I will miss home and all those myriad components that constitute it. As I venture out, with aspirations of higher 'erudition', I hope to fulfil the objective of such an exercise. Looking forward to being at SCMHRD...