The feeling of nostalgia had already occupied my mind,another change in the city.... meant new faces , new shifts and new adjustments. I tried convincing dad that I can manage in hostels I don't wanna leave this but being my dad proves equal level of stubbornness and attitude. After a five hours long , intensified fight and silence I finally had to give up. The plan was made and we were leaving tomorrow to "Ahmedabad' from Indian's dream city "Mumbai". My heart almost sinked thinking of leaving Mumbai , my school ,my friends the fashion , the nightlife, the sea shore everything about this city was just insanely beautiful. Weekends in Mumbai meant roaring streets , clubbing, pubbing,loittering, rave parties and since I was neither rich nor above 18 it meant a strict no.
I got distracted by the phone ring, it was Saurabh and this was his seventh call of the evening and I cold-heartedly rejected it. Saurabh was my school friend , as expected rich and spoiled too and he was "never mess with me" kind of guy. We were like oil and water everyone used to think about how we ended up together.
There was a knock at the window and the one I was expecting to see Mr. troublemaker. Despite of the entrance gate Sourabh just loved sneaking in through the window. " you stupid idiotic weirdo what the hell were u doing? can't you just give a little pain to yours to pick of the goddamn phone" he was completely in a bad mood. "This is not happening dude what the hell man don't tell me you are leaving?" this was his reaction seeing those luggage on the bed. Dude, I tried convincing dad but...
he cut me on the middle of the sentence and started sobbing. Although he was rude and cold hearted, he had this little childish side too. " I'll miss you man .." and he started it again." I'll just miss you, although you were a bore completely stupid, dumbass and hell introvert and I hate saying this just because of your dimples you look damn cute." I tried punching him in the stomach but i knew that meant breaking my fist so the plan was dropped there and then and we hugged each other, he cried out and said a million things which I was sure he won't be remembering in the morning. After an hour of conversation he passed out on the couch leaving me all alone. It was his every weekend routine. The moment of fan on ceiling was the last interesting thing I could do to keep my self engaged and away from the thoughts of leaving this city.
"Kush, Kush, Kush,..... " Bang bang bang....! "oh hell no mom I'm coming I'll be there in five, how in this world this alarm clock didn't worked. I was 7 in the morning and everybody down there was ready and I was the one wandering around in the boxers. I woke Saurabh who was still half sleeping and within the next 15 min I was ready. Hurriedly went down stairs and there was my mom just looking damn beautiful as usual. She greeted us with the aloo parathas at the dinning table. Neither my mom nor my dad were surprised to see Saurabh and frankly speaking the contrary of the situation would have left my parents surprised and wondering.
Driver took the car outside and kept our luggage inside while we were at the table. And the time came closer and closer to leave my home as the door shut behind me.
At the airport for the hundredth time I hugged Saurabh and went in. My mind was still hoping of a miracle to happen, "don't worry the flight will get cancelled,the pilot would have got bad stomach, just to spend another day to absorb the whole city in me. But to my misfortunes nothing sort of miracle happened . I was the city fading away beneath me. I wanted to shout " love you Mumbai" but it just took me 4 seconds to realise it was utterly stupid. I got back on my seat and was wondered again about the new city I was shifting to. The feeling caught me again and the most fearful thing was being an introvert how am I gonna survive the always enthusiastic crowd at Ahmedabad.... Lost in thoughts lost in all sorts of ifs and buts my eyes were slowing closing and this was the end of my journey at "Mumbai"...