Apart from the few trips in 2007 I had spent more and more time alone in Rue Beckerstraat. I was tired of being lonely. Without some friends it could have been worse. I survived since they would tolerate my intrusions anytime and invite me over for countless dinners.
Onsite had made me a sentimental fool. I could cry at the drop of a hat. I knew adieus and farewells were a part of life. However each time I bid a friend farewell at the airport I would fight to control my tears. It was Sallu's farewell and the last night was a friendly gathering at their place on Chausee Saint Pierre. Discussion was about memorable moments in Brussels and it ended up taking a humorous turn. I knew from next day I would have one less friend to torture. I remember sketching the below drawing to commemorate the good times we had spent.
God seemed to have finally heard my prayers. I received info that girl named Yam will be joining soon at onsite. She would be my roomie at Brussels. I hardly knew her at that time. All that mattered then was that I would have someone at home to speak and listen to. I had made arrangements with my landlord and she would be sharing my studio for the month of Feb till my rental contract ended. From March 08 we would move out to a larger place.
She arrived and all seemed perfect. We had struck a chord instantly. The fact that she shared her birthday with my sister is also cool. After my long stint at loneliness I was enjoying all perks of companionship. Watching movies together, gossiping, after office talks, cooking together, going out for walks all seemed fun.
This was just the beginning. I would enjoy my stay with this Kumaoni girl in Brussels. We would travel together, share our secrets and get to know each other better. I would know that she was a die hard fan of John Abraham. That she liked to fast almost every alternate day. That she wanted to marry a occasional drinker and would end up marrying my good friend Puri, who was a teetotaler.
Onsite had made me a sentimental fool. I could cry at the drop of a hat. I knew adieus and farewells were a part of life. However each time I bid a friend farewell at the airport I would fight to control my tears. It was Sallu's farewell and the last night was a friendly gathering at their place on Chausee Saint Pierre. Discussion was about memorable moments in Brussels and it ended up taking a humorous turn. I knew from next day I would have one less friend to torture. I remember sketching the below drawing to commemorate the good times we had spent.
God seemed to have finally heard my prayers. I received info that girl named Yam will be joining soon at onsite. She would be my roomie at Brussels. I hardly knew her at that time. All that mattered then was that I would have someone at home to speak and listen to. I had made arrangements with my landlord and she would be sharing my studio for the month of Feb till my rental contract ended. From March 08 we would move out to a larger place.
She arrived and all seemed perfect. We had struck a chord instantly. The fact that she shared her birthday with my sister is also cool. After my long stint at loneliness I was enjoying all perks of companionship. Watching movies together, gossiping, after office talks, cooking together, going out for walks all seemed fun.
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| That's Yam @ Rue Beckerstraat |
This was just the beginning. I would enjoy my stay with this Kumaoni girl in Brussels. We would travel together, share our secrets and get to know each other better. I would know that she was a die hard fan of John Abraham. That she liked to fast almost every alternate day. That she wanted to marry a occasional drinker and would end up marrying my good friend Puri, who was a teetotaler.
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ReplyDeleteThe picture on the window ...just master-stroke for the article...it faded from memory but it brought back deepest memories out..Four people on the window are still in Brussels but i guess we have never sat together again in this trip...
ReplyDeleteRightly said, These adieus and send off speeches were an experience in themselves..Initial few ones are so difficult then a time comes when they get a routine ...then you start to wait and start thinking about your own lines..aah..