It was easier to bid the rustic streets of Bibvewadi a final farewell, than I’d previously thought. The ecstasy of finally being able to head home for good has pervaded every bout of separation anxiety that I might have felt for leaving the city of the Dagdusheth Halwai Ganpati. There will be no Mondays to feel glum about, for at 6 am then I’ll be fast asleep under my covers instead of boarding a Shivneri to Swargate. The Mumbai-Pune Express Highway will not be treaded that often, only to make way for a new path, a new journey, and an even greater new destination. Life has changed drastically over the last 4 years, and so have I, in terms of appearance, conduct and intellect. As I've transformed from a clueless nerd of 18 to a focussed itinerant of 21, I've realized how much I've learnt from the situations I've faced and the people I've met. Friendships were formed, broken, forgotten, rejoined, nurtured and cherished over the last 4 years, but every re