With every new chapter in one’s life, there comes the usual doubts and the daily epiphanies about whether one is doing the right thing.

Things have been hectic so far. But, that one moment at 3 am sitting on the grass and staring at the sky and listening to your favourite song, makes everything else sweeter…

I miss the city. I miss pool at the Elbow Room on Friday. I miss the Tuns, the Beaver and the George. I miss D1A. I miss the bagel shop and the biryani on Brick Lane. I miss the milkshake at AMT. I miss stepping out for BLT to Amici at 8. I miss Spitalfields lunch on Sunday. I miss the pizza hut outings with Tommy and the Drummond Street ones as well. I miss the karahi chicken at Raavi Kebab. I yearn for mango lassi at Tayyabs. I miss the midnight rides on the 188 or the 23. I miss the discounted Borough market brownie. I miss the baski banter and the trip to UTO beer on Saturday mornings.

I yearn for the 355 mails to make a coffee plan. I wish I could walk from the Aldwych to Crispin Street. I miss the pool table at Roseberry. I can’t wait for another visit to Chennai Dosa. I want to look at the stars at Founder’s Arms. I miss watching the games at the Dean Swift. I’m listening to NIN and I can’t stop thinking about the way we used to be .

I’m thinking of all of you katans and I can’t wait to see you all and be the mad group that we used to be. I can’t wait to go back. It’s been 16 months too long.

Somehow, I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you.

‘When a man is tired of Lawndon, he is tired of life.’….