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Okay, here goes one final time. Enough half posts, enough procrastinating the perfect return post, enough unfinished incoherent rushed thoughts filled posts on my dashboard now.

I must, must, mustest see to the end of this one and publish it! Its been a HUGELY long time since I've blogged. Whats gone past in these unblogged about months is too much of information and of no use to anyone. But just so there's someplace I know I've stored away this information, I shall put in anything and everything that comes boiling up in bubbles to the surface and key them in.

I've graduated, left college, got a job and am leaving Calcutta (home for the past 19 years!) for Mumbai.

I'm apprehensive, worried maybe a bit scared too. Just like I was before I had gone off for my internship. It was then, the first time I'd go and live in another city for that long. But looking back at it, it seems as if it came off as a dream!

Now, I'm leaving this more or less familiar city to go and live in another city. A city I LOVE completely. Yet there are so many things that one worries about, needlessly perhaps. At present my biggest concern is finding accommodation there. And I'm looking for co-house-hunters. Moving in alone will be prohibitively expensive in the commercial capital.

Leaving Kgp was difficult. Even now when I think of all the things that will change with the 4 years coming to an end, I feel this odd corner of my body go hollow. There are too many things that come to mind. Trying to capture the essence is beyond my limited abilities. I miss my friends, people with whom I've shared the craziest times of my life ever. The parties, the treats for flimsiest reasons, the inter-halls, the 24 hr. campus lifestyle, the hostel and its inimitable way of life, the intense competition and fighting spirit so intrinsic to Kgp life and yet the unfaltering friendship you'd share even with your sworn rival... Its difficult to try not talking about all the things that won't ever come back; yet I feel any attempt I make will just ruin the picture I'd try to paint.

Its all a past well remembered and dear. To be recalled many many years later with a warm glowing fondness. Of all the things we learned and shared in these growing up years.

I still remember the final weeks spent preparing for the Grand Viva and Project Presentation. Nights and days were spent waking and grappling with the enormous amount of work, the feeling of things coming to an end sneaking in only as much allowed by the worries of the final deadlines and finally swamping you once the whole ordeal got over. And then before I knew it, I'd got my stuff packed and was standing outside the door of my room looking at the bare walls and being incapable of comprehending the hollowness I saw and felt.

Its a pretty long post already, I shall call it an end now. Have a day of packing ahead and then off to a busy busy time in my life. A very important period for me. I'm not sure when I shall get the chance to fill in this page. To whoever's reading this... thank you for stopping by :)

Will surely be back sometime, just don't know when.