A patron of my Life

Grand Cities Petite Hearts
'Give n Take' is what they trait
Be your relatives or family frens
a favor to ask is like a sinful flask...

[I have been a victim to this covetous odor]

Once someone pricked : Welcome to Mumbai! I wondered- Was that someone actually welcoming? or sarci? or meant something else? whatever...I dismissed with a smile.
And soon I graduated and got my Post Graduate admittance. To my belief after a lavish hostel life the hardship of life commenced. A PG or a flat to put in ,with some new and some familiar faces to adjust. A lot of struggle i eased. Alas! a time came when I craved for a good looking accommodation as always had one. Hey!! I was not thrown out from the last one.....OKAY!! I only had problem with the PG as the landlady lied to me about few things for which I was totally against (now dun ask for what all haan :/) Anyways... SO,papa asked me to put up at one of our family frens place. Imagine my cousin Nani who always cared for me in my grads as she was my LG, I could not ask her to accommodate me till the time i find one place. I know its weird but it was actually weird may be cos I figured some changes. Ahhhh... what ever yaar..... so so I had put up at uncle's place. Since my quotes says it all... I experienced that they could just accommodate me for two days max and then had some excuse.
Trust me ... I felt so alone.. {the words of that someone harked back} Having a boy fren at that time, I could not expect much too from his side... my luck u can cite it... But I cannot blame him as I could not count upon him(he too being an outsider plus he helped to an extent he could and for me that was enough!) I was given a deadline of 4 days and in this so so so short time line I never wanted to end up in any filthy place. I was feeling incapacitated .. and bewildered as to what will happen now? I promised my words to parents and never wanted to bother them.

[Ever thot of a Godfather figure to appear in this crucial stage?? I just could not...read ahead]

My neighbor from Kota was residing in K'vli(as a tenant). He was a surrogate brother... Believe me... I can even call him my Godfather now.. Only person who helped me in and out from all the difficulties i faced in Mumbai.. He gave me space in his Flat till the time i got a decent place to live in looking at all the factors . He gave me his own room so as to have my own privacy.. Kept my huge junk of luggage at this place.. Roamed to each and every corner of Mumbai to find me a place.And we ended up in a PG in K'vli .. very very close to his place.....
Being a delicate darling I fell ill so many times.. he was always there for me.. even cooked food for me..helped in whatever best way he could...

It was an awesome time... I remember that night.. I dint dine one day and was bad hungry... I called him up at 12 at night just talking vot my stupidity and can u beat this,,,,,, he was there with large Maggi packet and some biscuits and some cake ... that was worth a starve ;)
People called our relation many names but no one could spot how purely it dealt a brother and a sister relation...anyways it never mattered to both of us... We had our times...

As kids, we(all us neighbors) spent such a lovely time in our colony playing "railway cut" in those full moon nights," dark room","vish-amrit",badminton,basketball,cricket,volleyball and all those stupid silly games that kids play... :)Time passed by and u call it a coincidence or destiny - Never imagined I will ever find a Godfather... How unlikely - A next door neighbor in a different city.
And its till today's date that I ask him for anything or any help or solutions to undergoing conflicts or any any damn thing .. I can spill my beans with him to any extent (perverts stay out of this phrase) ... He guides me and advices me...career.. love life...family.. anything!! just anything!!

Golden!! Isn't it!! :)