Sudden sudden decisions.

Everything's happening so suddenly that it's hard to take it,still to sink it fully. I know I will miss this place, all the small things that dotted the one-and-a-half years I spent here. The chai wala at the pavement on the road, the sessions we used to have over cigarettes and tea, the nescafe vending machine on the first floor that served awful tea and even more-awful coffee, the canteen downstairs (my daily fix of oily, unhealthy food), my computer with Calvin and Hobbes or Gerrard or Torres as the wallpaper), m77611 (my employee id), the flag from the gay pride parade proudly displayed on my tacking board. There are so many things that need to be said and done, and so little time. What does the future hold? I just hope it's everything rosy for me!