Sunday, February 4, 2018

Adios, Bangalore!

My Darling Bangalore,
I’d never thought I’ll be bidding you adieu so soon, but while I was busy falling in love with you, planning a future together, destiny happened. And as fate has it for us, we gotta part our ways...

Today, in these final moments with you, I want you to know that I am deeply indebted, will always be, for all that you’ve bestowed me with in the past two years, that is, unbridled moments of love, laughter, joy, bonhomie and of course, marital bliss! It’s not possible for me to express my gratitude for every bit of the zillion lovely things that you’ve given me but, I do want to mention a couple of those in all earnestness.

Starting from the top - thank you for introducing me to the person my husband is and making him my pride, my joy, my world, the nucleus of my existence. I wouldn’t have known him any better, had it not been you.

Thank you for the roof at house no. 7, Doddenakundi Extn. and the spiral of happy, loving memories within its four walls that I called ‘my’ home, only until yesterday...

Thank you for a doting family away from family in Urmil nani, Geeta di, Meenu di, Ashutosh mausa ji and Shail mausa ji.

Thank you for fostering friendships that’ll be cherished forever with Shikha, Ravi, Simmi, Ankush, Gaurav, Deepika, Garima & Varun. Not to forget, a sincere thanks for my dearest Amrita and her family, and their ardent services.

Also, I can’t thank you enough for the addictive filter coffee in steel glasses, fragrant Kesari Bhaat, crispy Murukkus, flavourful Andhra meals, melt-in-mouth Mysore Pak and the breakfast rescuer dosa batter. Thank you for the zesty breweries and charming rooftop restaurants. Thank you for the bright and beautiful weekend vacays. Thank you for the cozy rainy mornings and pleasant, sublime evenings. Thank you for letting this winter born revel in summery dresses for her birthdays.

While our whirlwind romance comes to an abrupt end here, please be assured that my love for you is everlasting.

In the priceless trove of memories that I am taking away with me, I am taking away a part of you as well. And in the joyous moments that I’ve lived here with you, I am leaving a part of me in you too, for, that’s the only way for me and you to remember that once we lived a love story together!

Wishing you more beauty, more vigour and more power to pen endless chapters of love, fun and fortune for every individual who comes your way.

I, for one, shall miss you terribly!

Love you till the sun burns out
Goodbye, Bangalore!

Affectionately yours,
~ Sanchi

Tuesday, October 25, 2016


a trail of thoughts, a stream of whims
a flash of fire, a blow of wind
a pool of vices, a bunch of sins
I am everything that you don't see.

a touch of warmth, a source of faith
a pint of strength, a streak of chaste
a bout of care, a trace of grace
No, I am nothing what you see.

Friday, April 17, 2015


The baby eyes sparkled at the sight of her glittering golden tassel.
Placing it in those chubby little hands, the blushing bride beamed with pride.

A virgin mother was all set to become a wedded wife.

Monday, April 13, 2015


Two cities. Two souls. One future.

In between arrival and departure,
sweet nothings penned their airport diaries.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Keep Walking

Keep walking, keep doing your share of good along the way
Love everything that strikes a chord, love it like it's your last chance
Find peace in what fills the soul, find it more
Feel it if it feels; do not be ashamed
Lend voice to what the heart says, lend sincerity to that voice
Be humbled for unconditional love, be respectful to the one who loves
Keep walking to love, to find, to feel, to lend, to be
Keep walking, for life is too short to halt and wait for others to catch up.

Thursday, November 27, 2014


They awed her beauty, charmed her by raining praises and poems,
Poor souls...if only they knew that the only thing that worked on her was --

The glide of his gaze and that smitten half smile in silence.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014


‘Amma your daughter is a well-paid model, so just stop fussing over the five star prices and order!’ she told her mother charmingly.

Overhearing her two tables away, his lips curved in a sly smile.
She did charge well for spending nights with men like him.

Glossy lies often paint the murky realities quite effortlessly.
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