Pritam's Blog
Mi Amor, Bangalore!
I often wonder about my relationship with Bangalore. It wasn’t my choice to come here in the first place. And yet, over time, I fell in love with the city.
I think it’s like an arranged marriage that worked out fine. More than just fine. Initially, you are just there because you have to be there. You don’t have any strong feelings for the other person.
But with passing time, you get to know them. You realize that the person isn’t that bad, and more than that, you realize that they too have feelings. You decide to give it a shot.
And it works out. You develop a certain kind of affection towards the other person. Contemplating a life without them becomes impossible. You get used to the other person in a manner that often makes you wonder if it’s love.
But then, probably at a party at work or at a friend’s place, you meet someone else over a glass of champagne. The two of you hit it off. The eternally romantic in you falls for the trap thinking that you have met the love of your life. And that you are married doesn’t matter to you.
At the same time, a part of you, the one that is so used to sharing your life with the one you are married to, misses the other person. And you wish them to be involved in this adultery in some way.
The feeling of pleasure accompanied by the sense of guilt kills you. And you are OK with this sort of death, initially. You just get one life, you see. But eventually, you give up and return to the one you are married to.
I have spent almost 13 years of my life in Bangalore. Do I love this place? Of course, I do… But it’s not about that. It’s about the memories. It’s about getting used to the place. It’s about my comfort zone.
It’s been exactly 3 months since I came from there. I thought I would use this opportunity to distance myself from that place. Even if it’s for a short while. I mean I am young and it’s the time to explore, right?
But I miss the place. I miss my Bangalore… Every. Single. Moment.