I lived in the apartment for almost four years and six months. It was very interesting to see how I built up a collection of belongings over the years. I started with a suitcase full of clothes and a box full of books. By the end of my stay there, I had a whole house full of stuff. The picture is from the second month of my stay there, when I just had a study table, a rickety old folding chair, and a bicycle. I used to love the bike and used to commute to the office on it very often. It was 10 kms each way, but I had to stop it since Pune traffic is not biker friendly at all. One night, while coming back from the office, a car doing close to 90 kmph went by so close to me that I actually picked up some speed due to the wake. That was probably one of the last times I biked in Pune after dark.
Anyway, when I first bought the bike, I used to haul it up to my apartment every evening. Towards the end of my stay, I used to leave it downstairs, unlocked and waiting to be stolen. It never did, and I finally gave it to the watchman of my apartment complex (the one where I used to live prior to my current residence) because I was sort of sick of it getting punctured every other day.
This shot is very evocative for me. This is a shot of my life when I was an angry young man, restless, drifting, dissatisfied with life. Life then was a complete contrast of what it is today. So was I. Time goes by so slowly, but time can do so much...