As I began walking down the service road, my thoughts started walking with me...
So..
Why exactly was I in Delhi?
Why did I quit my job?
Why did I run away from my parents?
Didn't it all happen too fast?
Why did I not try for Bombay first?
Why didn't I give it more thought?
It just felt like a whirlpool of questions; swirling like dervishes in my head.
And I realised it was something quite drastic for someone like me who’d been anal about planning all her life.
I thought and I thought some more.
Tried to hear myself think.
In my head, Delhi just somehow seemed destined.
There was no other rationale for it.
Because Delhi, for one, was NEVER in my plan.
Bombay, all along. But Delhi, never, not.
It wasn't a city I'd ever visited before, lived in or had a fantasy about.
It wasn't a city where I had any friends, or connections I could boast about.
So if there ever was anything pre-ordained for me in my life, it had to be Delhi, I thought.
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So as I walked back, I tried to junk all these doubts and quandaries behind me.
I couldn't be starting something anew, with such a blizzard in my head, I decided.
So all I told myself was that, I had to do a good job.
And just land up becoming a writer worth his salt.
I just knew I had to make Delhi worth ALL the effort.
The investment. The risk.
And most importantly, the unquestioning trust my parents had in me.
So I went back up and sat with the morning paper.
And asked for a tall sugary mug of coffee.
Couldn't exactly tell my uncle I'd hardly got any sleep last night. (Especially after the kind of comfortable room he'd let me have.)
But I definitely needed something to wire me up that morning.
He had a jazzy car with a chauffeur to drive him to work, every morning at 9.30 (the same building where I was to go to from now every day).
He naturally wanted to give me a lift. But I insisted on taking the metro.
Reasoned with him, that I'd no idea about timings.
And that I wanted to figure it out by myself.
In other words, continue having that free spirit in my stride.
Something that Bombay had injected into my veins...
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