I’ve been wrestling with the fact that I’ve changed beyond all recognition. Having once been a fun person, known for witty banter and general humour, I now have little or nothing to say to people I know.

This is not a good development for one such as I.

However, every so often, something I do or say makes me feel like there’s still hope for me to be the person I once was. This is one such (small) instance:

The other day, I was at a work event, and someone asked me if my product was available in Hyderabad. I told him, matter-of-factly, that we’re present in Delhi, Mumbai and Bengalooru, and that’s it. No Hyderabad.

“Please please please bring it to Hyderabad! I’d start a petition and get you a thousand signatures, if that’s what it took!”

“You know what you should do?”

“What???”

“Move to Bengalooru.”

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“Good advice!” (amidst loud hooting and laughing from both guy and guy’s cute girlfriend)

…

I wonder how sad it is that something as trivial as this can be the highlight of my week.

Oh well. So it goes.