Twenty-second of July ended my dance with Thiruvananthapuram, at least temporarily. How weird is it to begin writing something by describing the end! you might ask. It gives some context, doesn't it? It tells you that something has happened. For, something has to happen before it can end. It began in 2016, my tryst with the state capital. I still remember my former self, distressed about leaving my college before the course actually ended in order to sign up for my first job. Beware! they said. The people at Trivandrum are the worst! they said. Communities tend to get meaner as we go down south! they said. They didn't tell me how stupid it is to go with hearsay and shun a people just like that, even without actually interacting with them. Sigh! A wannabe city that refuses to give up on its traditional roots. If someone asks me to describe the city in one sentence, this could be how I would do it. If they ask me to describe it in a group ...
My personal space where I scribble whatever funny thoughts come to my mind. Actually, that is not entirely true. A lot of random thoughts enter and leave my mind all the time and the blog contains only a largely drilled down and censored subset of them. Also, there are reviews of certain movies that have fascinated the viewer in me. I would say the time you spent here would not be regretted.