I've been in Chennai almost a dozen years.
Yet there are only a few who have seen my tears.
I am known only to myself.
With bits of me scattered in this cyber bookshelf.
Yet there are a few.
Who somewhat knew.
Me, almost through and through.
Willingly come to my aid and rescue.
I have just a few whom I can call my friends.
Some whose loyalties are sweeter than dividends.
I've learned not to let everyone into my heart.
Not everyone I speak with, to my heart can consort.
At the very top, is my friend Razina.
Who perfectly fits the description of Athena.
I've known her for a decade.
And she has never betrayed.
She calls me her 'Baby'.
And always speaks to me gently.
I call her 'Razz'.
Because she's full of jazz.
The next one is my neighbour Geetha.
Reminds me of the goddess Seetha.
Because she's so loving and caring.
Like a mother, forever nurturing.
She sends me lovely goodies and treats.
Feeds me delicacies from her heart, to eat.
I call her 'Geets'.
Because she is just too sweet.
The next friend from Chennai is Abhijay.
Whom I fondly call Abhi or A.J.
He holds the title for the world's best boss.
I should really have that somewhere embossed.
I met him when I finally got an opportunity to enter management.
After a few airlines as crew, this was my big achievement.
Being accustomed to just flying, I couldn't even handle Windows.
He taught me everything and became a hero.
Till date, he calls me 'Rue'.
And so all the office staff and crew called me that too.
We covered up for each other.
Such an awesome team player.
He was the world's best Base Manager.
And with him, this assistant learned to overcome fear.
He's not even in the country anymore.
And left for better prospects years ago.
The next one is my friend Reema.
She's a Delhi girl and we hung out for just three months here.
But, because we're kindred spirits and so similar.
We have the same taste in so many things.
I call her my 'doll'.
Because she's cute and all.
We both love Red Sangria.
Followed by Pina Colada.
Then by extension is her younger sister Ruchi.
Another Delhi girl who just moved to Bangalore city.
We met in the society's gym almost six years ago.
When I wished her Happy Diwali, you know.
This one I call 'Jaanemann'. (Beloved)
She still can't pronounce my name at all!
Anyway, she never really needed to know.
Because as soon as she sees me her tongue let's go.
This is how she greets me every single time.
I'm telling you it's the opposite of divine.
Bit**-who**, kami**, kut**, Fu**-y**.
But for some reason it's funny, cracks me up.
I've obviously encountered a lot more people.
Yet only these remain in my heart's cathedral.
Hung out with a lot I'd call an acquaintance.
Yet only these carved a niche with a lasting fragrance.
It's not like they know everything about me.
But these are the people I'll remember from Chennai, you see.
It feels like I've been here forever.
Though distant, their memories I'll treasure.
It's not like I'm in touch with them all.
But some friends are just as away as a call.
Apart from my home and family,
A portion of my Chennai-rhapsody.
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