Chapter 1
It’s been a year that I didn't write anything but just
poems, I don’t know what kept me or what stopped me from writing, when it’s
been my true companion where I express myself fully without any hesitation.
Every time when we try to talk with someone what strikes our
mind first? “Oh can I tell this to him/ her? What would happen next?” these are
the questions which haunts are mind, which actually stops us to get mingled
with people. It’s not only my problem but it happens to everybody, the basic
thing is that we are afraid of an unknown person, when we try to talk with
someone just a fear surrounds us, making us to think what all he /she could
steal away from us, so we always keep a step back.
Ok ok enough, let’s come to my story otherwise you would get
bored with all those tempting words right?
Pune, another chapter in my days in India hopefully it is
going to last for two years from now. As I landed in Mumbai I got an expression
on my face “Oh, wow! What an interior an how big it is” but when I stepped out
of the airport and got into a cab, as it moved towards the streets of Mumbai then
I got to know the real Mumbai and even I didn't expect the perfect scenario
cause India is in its way towards “Vision 2020” we can expect a better nation
in future but the first impression is kinda not cool.
As the roads touched the highways, the cab began to roll as
faster as it’s allowed towards Pune, the land which Indians call as the oxford
of the east. Reached Pune, as I got picked up by my wonderful Sri-Lankan
friends the time I felt like that I ended up somewhere safe after a long
tiresome journey. The hands where I belong took care of me that I can relate
easily. Roads filled with water, bikes rushing, humid and drizzling weather.
Seemed OK because its monsoon as they said, but I didn't sleep at home, even
after landing I troubled those wonderful girls who troubled themselves for me
to take me towards the university to do all the necessary formalities for the
day, they simply took an immense time and patience to get me settled properly.
Even though a slightest fear in a nook inside my mind, whether I got lost in a
deep jungle? Questions sparkled silently. But faith and the smile from my
wonderful Srilankans really made me to believe that I can survive. First day
was rushing, made us walk kilometers to finish my admission process even though
one thing didn’t work out well, the other thing did work. Warm full greeting
from my Department, the first person who originally from Pune smiled and
talked. I felt so thankful for my friends who took me there on time.
As he talked with me, the way he made me get relaxed, seriously
that is what I really needed on that time. We talked for an hour or more and then
I left towards to make payment with my friend, where she waited for me till I finish
my work, even with hunger growling inside her stomach. Though she was so hungry
she didn't show it to me, she smiled and told “let’s rush towards the bank...”
even though I felt so bad about me troubling these people I was really helpless
at that time. Without them I couldn't be able to do all at once.
As we reached the bank the bank was being closed slowly and
finally banking process was going on , First they didn’t allow us inside but we
tried to reason with them what all had happened throughout the day and hopefully a good banker accepted my payment and
greeted me with a smile. That really made me happy for a while as one of the main
subject got over.
Happily we left there thanking all the people in the bank and
I got to know that tomorrow will be more hectic than this. So while we
returning back I requested my friend “Can I guy who is having a bike can come
with me tomorrow?” and she said “We’ll arrange something for you Ayya
(Brother), don’t worry” that really made me feel so good and I assured myself
that it would be a rough ride though at the end I would worth it.
I couldn’t
able to thank them properly but I’m grateful to all those lovely Srilankans for
making my day to end perfectly. As we did all other small works, had some
snacks and walked back towards what I called it as “Home” where the people in
that house warmly welcomed me and gave me the comfort that I didn’t expected.
And always one thing stroked my mind that, my friend told don't lose your "Cool" untill you all your works are done, so i tried to keep it always.
To be continued...
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