I've left Delhi like a man leaving a whorehouse. Silently packing my bags and sneaking off unseen into the night. Not that I have anyone to run away from. Just my life in that sinful city. I have packed all my belongings into 2 large bags. It's funny how 8 years of your life can fit into someting as small as a Samsonite case. I'd have thought that it'll amount to something more substantial.
But the bagage I carry is in my heart and my head. Visions of an relationship gone bad. Of drunken night spent sprawled on the living room floor. Snatches of heated conversations at 4 in the morning.
So I have come to Bangalore. To a new city.
But I have a new life now. Or do I?
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