Moving....

I think I should move to Banglore... At the same time I also think I should move back to Pune and buy Amooma's house if I possibly can...

Amooma is my late grandmom and my guardian angel. She meets me every night without fail and talks to me in my dreams. The problem is my memory of these conversations, in the morning, is all garbled... But I miss you amooma, I want to hold on to that house if I can... If you want me to have it, I'm sure you'll help me out.

Get me out of Delhi. While I've started to love this city I think I can grow to hate it as well. I want to stay at home and vegetate for some time. Grow some leaves and branches maybe... Maybe all that I need to develop is self assurance...

More nonsense later....