My shifting to Mumbai and leaving the dentist behind in Pune, inevitably makes me travel to Pune and back almost twice a month. Now, I really don't like traveling, but in a weird way I have come to look forward to my fortnightly journeys. They are the one thing that is constant in my life. I mean, I know that I will hate the movie they show, I know that I will judge the person sitting next to me by the book he or she's reading, I know that the view WILL take my breath away even though I see it every month, I know that the bus will invariably be late. And that for some reason comforts me.
Somewhere between Mumbai and Pune is a dingy Neeta volvo inn where my bus always stops. It's like any other random Inn, Nobody talks to anybody, they eat and pee and go their own way. It is at that inn I sit with a bottle of pulpy orange, listening to the hardly ever played music on my phone and contemplate on things bothering me the most. The other day as I was telling a friend about it, it struck me about how important the place was for me. It's my in between transition place, where I'm neither in Mumbai nor in Pune, one of those places where there's no cell phone network, one of those places where I'm truly alone without Mumbai or Pune calling me. It's where I've taken the most life altering decisions. Every time I leave that place, I leave as a more collected and happier person. When I went there this time, I had a lot of things bothering me, but as soon as I sat on one of those rickety plastic chairs with my pulpy orange I knew exactly what to do. It's the place where I get my shit back together and that's what makes it awesome.
P.S – Yes, the picture IS of the inn. No, I don't know why I took it.
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