But when I got off the flight and smelled the air and the familiar mugginess of Bombay days minus the noise, in the middle of a beatiful KL night, things seemed to fall a little in place. A little. 4 hours of intoxicated sleep later, when I woke up this morning to bright sun outside the hotel window, things seemed to fall more in place. But it was only when I started meeting locals here as a part of the house hunting project, and phone calls started flowing in from new acquaintances and old friends, that it all felt just right. We have not decided on a house yet, but at least there was brilliant biryani for lunch. And good company. And adrak chai at a friend’s place, as opposed to the usual “let’s meet for drinks” routine. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind the drinks. But there is something very warm and homely and friendly about adrak chai. And then there was the familiarity of Sarvanaa Bhavan and people and the things we spoke of. Familiarity and some wide eyed wonder. When you are pushing 30, change begins to look better if it has familiarity thrown in for good measure. In the end, we all turn to what we know, and when this happens in the middle of what you thought will be a wild adventure in unfamiliar territory and were just beginning to lose sleep over not just that but also the fact that you are not exactly the person you thought you are, it’s just the chocolate icing on the rich fudge cake that you are not craving right now because there is so much else to look forward to.
I couldn’t have asked for a better start. Really.