Yes, today I and Parisa graduated from being barely out of the womb, to happy one year oldies in Ulm.
Describing the year bygone might not do justice, for keeping the memoir as honest and raw as the experience was, is impossible. Hence, I will do away with it.
All I would say is that the place has given me more than I asked for.
Despite of a 6 month long stomach flipping roller coaster ride of finding a house, we finally stumbled upon one, a home we absolutely adore and love coming back to.
Despite of a foolishly life threatening work schedule (for which I give myself and Parisa a pat on the back), both of us are still very much sane, up and running(invariably after bus no.3) each day to our work. And yes, a big round of applause for my colleagues, who still condone me for my pathetic sense of humor. How sweet of them!
Despite of faking it to myself that I’m far too invested in work to acknowledge my emptiness, God bestowed me a family outside my home, to make up for the agonizing void of my folks.
Despite of my ex-convict temperament, I finally found a friend (read best :)) who is unlucky to land up with me and stupid enough to still put up. Life without Parisa would not have been the same. I thank God for her.
And last but not the least, living here taught me that the best things in life are NOT free!! You first need to get smacked real hard on your head when you least expect it, so that you realize the true value of all that is given to you.
But in the end it's all good, for the journey from the first page to the last teaches you to always tie the loose ends and have happy endings.
P.S. To celebrate the good old arbitrary times, we hit our favorite hang out to grab a bite. (Yeah a big time excuse for two lazy bones to escape cooking!).
Catch hold of Parisa slaying off the Doner. Bhookadd kahin ki!!!