Been quite a month, this.
Running around, only to find myself standing in the same place mostly.
Look into the mirror every morning, find new reflections each day.
Wake up with a start, take awhile to find my bearings in a strange room.
Still struggle with the key in the door, often leave it behind.
Walk into office, into a cubicle that still bears the marks of the one who came before.
Break into the occasional Bengali with a colleague. He laughs it off.
Lose my way while walking through the neighbourhood, don't ask for directions though.
Learn to distinguish between a good fruit and a bad, bring the bread home.
And burn the rice, wolfed down hungrily at the end of the day.
Plan my day around the electrician, the plumber and the carpenter.
Feel a sense of accomplishment as the house begins filling up with things from home.
Not entirely sure whether I'm comfortable in my own skin yet.
Could this be the start of something new?
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