Siddhi Bhosale

Bhosale House This is my 50th blog, dedicated to the place where I started blogging. Dear Bhosale House,  I miss you. I hope you are doing fine with the torrential downpour. I am sure it must be difficult for you too to handle the farewell of 2 kids in a span of two months. Two kids who walked in when they were in 9th and 5th class, moved out as adults in the last two months. Now, when I return, I won't be the same person that left. I am more grateful for you than ever before. When I had to search for a place to live in Indore, I understood how difficult it is to find a place that houses you and your entourage.  I know it's not the place; it's always the people, but sometimes it's the people and the place. You can video call people you miss, but you cannot video call your house, and that hurts. Sometimes I ask my family to show me my study table and bookshelf, but still I wish I could video call my room. I am sure the door handle still has a dream catcher that catches m...

The day started with voting for the municipal corporation election. Then I had lunch, which was kurkuri bhindi (airfried, honestly it does not taste like the normal), veg pulav that was for tiffin, then matar kachori, tilacha ladu, and then a normal meal. Mumma packed matar kachoris and a very tasty veg pulav for the journey. I got some snacks, but because my bag was full, I left the rest at home. Then I booked an Uber, waved goodbye to Mumma, as Durva and Pappa came till my friend Anjali’s home in Kalamboli, waved them goodbye at the express highway, and finally my journey started. We caught up on pending life updates, and the traffic was almost nonexistent, because it was a voting holiday for all. The moment we entered the BKC, it felt like a new world altogether. We craned our necks to see the tall glass buildings. And just like that, we reached the Bandra Terminus. Carried our luggage and clicked some pictures and videos. I spotted an AMUL outlet, and as we were way before the time...