Even though it looms upon me, I have great difficulty visualising my departure from my apartment in Kailash Hills. I've tried to speculate upon the details. There will be some amount of hustle to get things into a small moving van. In the two days between now and then, we will have emptied the apartment almost entirely.
We'll have in tow about three suitcases, two of which have been packed such that they are ready to be checked in, whenever we are finally able to board our flight to Italy. I'm taking along my writing desk and chair and printer, which will remain with Mona, at whose home we will be living until our exit, along with five books elemental to my research, my diaries, and my laptop.

My air conditioner will go to another close friend's home. I am loaning many functional appliances to friends, just as I've been trying through every means possible, to engineer an ethical move, where, instead of simply disposing of things, I find takers for them.