Roller coaster

Life is the deadliest of all Roller coasters.The amount of change that has happened within the last five days renders me speechless. Things were just as lively as it had always been at Block 313,Shunfu Road when I left Singapore. I saw the faces that meant the most to me at the airport. Strange that in one of my recent blogs I had wished that things should stay the same and not change for some time atleast. And last five days have been the exact opposite of what I wished for. Makes we wish I hadnt wished at all.

The house that was over-full with life and laughter and constant aroma of someone's delicous cooking and filled with music and plants is just an empty space now. And such a drastic transition after the very day I left.

We all met as total strangers at Block 313. At a glance no body would have deemed us as even friends given the age groups and the back grounds. Darrio was the most vibrant person that bridged the gap and in no time we found ourselves fighting like a family. And unusally we found ourselves at home most of the time.Every person under the roof were totally toally different. Amy from Nigeria, Me and Subi from Chennai, Mrs. Jayne and her two kids Darrio and Tasha from Spore were the occupants. Each one drastically different from the other. I can very proudly say I have never witnessed an act of selfishness nor any silly misunderstandings the whole time I was there.Even each of our families interacted with each other.

Now nobodys there, nothings there. Mrs.Jayne has gone far far away from all of us, physically. And everbody else just left the house for good today. Guess Jayne was the force keeping us together. She is the strongest and the most lovable woman I would ever come across in my life.Sometimes just want to take life by the collar and punch its face so hard and knock it off.

All good things come to an end and life will go on..

Life still is beautiful in its own strange way.

Lovely people in our lovely apartment

Me and subi come after grocery shopping n some grt coffee in Prata Cafe( which is equivalent to namma ooru potti kadai) where we made the malaysian guy there make it the south indian way. We find Tasha and Darrio (our land ladys children) and Amy, another apartment-mate in the living room watching TV.Darrio asks Subi, who by the way is too good at Tamil, a lot of questions on his tamil home work and literally makes her do the work for him and they some how make me do a bit of it along with them too while i am organizing the groceries n chatting with arasi..Tasha is so excited abt the new flavour of tea she just discovered which happens to be bluberry tea and makes all of us taste it. Subi declares it as scent bottle (lol), darrio hates it ..I liked it actually. Amy is glowing these days..i was on the phone with deepthi, talking abt some autobiography of Surya and her gifiting it to arasi, when amy comes and whisperes that she is in love and has found some one who is a grt person ..me and subi are all ears n bombard her with questions..man i can see she is so happy n sweet n colorful..she just glows these days..love does it to people i guess...Darrio n Subi are still cracking the tamil home work ..n he finally came to me and read my blog title and declared it as rubbish n non-sense..he is just 12 and so full of interesting opinions..last time when i put his photos in my album on orkut he wanted me to put his mobile number ( which is almost always deactivated) an i kicked him out...he was just imitating and making fun of me and subi just now n feel fast asleep within seconds....so vibrant n colorful our house is..and please god i dont want to things to change for some time atleast ( our lease is expiring :( so who know we might drift apart :(( )