Six and a half years ago, I left the gulf and came to India to pursue what my father had dreamt for me since I was ten. It took five years instead of four, but I think I've fullfilled his ambitions, and hope that if he were here today, he would be proud of me.

In a few days, I move to the gulf again, lead by my rizq. I find it amusing that both, when I left for Pune, and now, when again I go to Dubai, I felt I was leaving home for strange forsaken lands. How time changes things.

My time in this city has both, taught and given me a lot. Most of all though, it has become my home. This I dont think will change again. Wherever I go, Pune will always remain home and there is a lot I will miss when I'm gone. My family, foremost. The gang. The mountain woman and the darkness. The guys who made It Work. The little one. The coffee and the debates. The late night music and the random conversations. The night rides and early morning breakfasts. All I will terribly miss.

So, to all, I quote the bard because most of what can be said, he said it best. Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

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