Monica Belluci with an Indian

The time has come to leave Chicago. Life of an IT consultant is nomadic; set up your tent (and hook up your laptop) at one place only to move to the next. My next destination is not Chicago. Definitely I will miss Chicago; the vibrancy, the jazz, the glitterati, the pubs and bars, the parties and drinks and the people. And certainly I will miss Monica Belluci (name purposely concocted to avoid publicity. Monica Belluci wouldn't be a friend of a confused H1b holder. I just used her name as the person in concern has Italian origins; people who know Belluci: don’t be jealous, my friend is nowhere like her and people who don’t know Belluci: its time to Google her).
I was so much feeling marooned in Chicago once the last project ended and my colleagues got dispersed to different parts of this continent. Gym, books, Borders, acquaintances, jogging, working, social gatherings- everything was so incomplete without good friend(s). I met Ms Monica Belluci at a concert of the Chicago Orchestra playing Charlie Chaplin’s City Lights. And she changed everything I knew about Chicago or for that matter US. She not only plays Andrew Lloyd Webber on her piano, she is good with her trumpet. We became friends in no time. She was as new to the city as me with not much friends. And she has a good heart. She cooked for me fine Italian dinners, got me Thanksgiving food from her home, drove me around to far off suburban shopping centers for discount sales and allowed me to drive her car a few times. Suddenly my lonesome existence was finding a meaning of having friends, having good company who can be fierce fully competitive during a game of bowling or dart or pool and equally sensitive and sharing over a dinner watching a movie.
Life may take me to many corners where I find it’s difficult to turn around and come back but I know she will be one I can count upon any time.
Thank you Ms Belluci for being there for me.