Back to Nirvana
Waking up at 7 am on a Sunday morning is no mean feat. But it had to be done since the withdrawal symptoms were severe. It had been 4 months since a trip to Kamshet had been made, and there was some serious Native Place craving. So even if it was for the day, up we woke and piled into the car in anticipation of the lake and some of Shyam’s chicken curry.
3 hours later, around the corner we turned and the gasps in the car were audible as Vadivali lake came into view (I had a couple of first-timers in the vehicle with me). The view of the lake makes all those potholes bearable, which by the way are much less in number as the roads seem to have survived this monsoon.
First thing on reaching Native Place, I rushed to find Ravi, “Hawa kaisi hai?” (“How’s the wind?”). Ravi’s response to that being, “Next week looks good, but Shinde Hill first!”. But after 4 months of being grounded, I’m even looking forward to some ‘Run, Run, RUUN!’. After a short discussion about the weather, I promised to be back this weekend dragging a bunch of pilots with me to Fly Nirvana (you guys know who you are).
A short walk down to the lake reminded me just how much I was missing the place, and I can’t wait to take a dip in the lake again to escape this incredible Mumbai humidity. As we lazed around under the Umbar, after a satisfying lunch, we watched the butterflies flit around and listened to the birds, a wonderful change after the cacophony of the city.
The smiles and energy in the house is visible as the staff gets ready for another exciting season ahead. And I can’t wait to be back next weekend (even though it involves waking up at 5 30 am). Anyone joining?