I arrived in Mumbai this morning. My Inbox had a message from a very close buddy. It finds a permanent place as the last post on this blog:

Its hardly been 12 hours since you left this place, but I miss you already.

I don't know why, it can't be because we met every day,
because we didn't.

It can't be because we smoked together,
because we didn't.

Nor can it be because we shared a drink,
because we didn't.

It can't be because we stayed at the same place,
because we didn't.

Neither can't be because we worked together,
because we didn't.

It can't be because we went on long drives down the ECR,
because we didn't.

Nor can it be because we spent a lot of our spare time together,
because we didn't.

I miss you already, but I don't know why.

Perhaps I don't need to know.

Started the day with a photoshoot of Prema - and the rest of us. This lady had made Chennai so spectacular for us all. She spoke Hindi. She cooked Chapatis. She prepared extra strong coffee for Dil, strong for me and tea for Cheeru. She had brought the vegetables with her own money when she found the stock run-out at home. She had treated us like kids and doted on us. I'm not sure if I'd run into another Prema again.

We created a lot of noise in the comforts of the train coach. It was like a small get-together. Shom, Cheeru, Pondy, Dil and Robbie (with his Tie and official id tag still on) - looking like the Chief Railway Inspector.

I didn't want to say bye. I had to.

I spent the rest of the evening messaging everybody thanking them for making Chennai so special. I wouldn't get free messaging from an Aircel number in Mumbai would I ?!