Something about home I miss
I've been missing home for a few days. No, not my home as in the four walls my parents stay in or I stayed in, but home... India. I really don't know if it's Delhi I miss.
But I definitely miss India. Something about it, i can't pinpoint in particular what. Everything I guess.
I somehow understand now what they mean by YOUR OWN COUNTRY. For a self-proclaimed universal human being, who does not accept and believe in man-made boundaries, which only seperate one human from another, it's tough to understand that.
But after all, India's where I spent 24 years of my life. It's where I learnt all about life and its twists and turns. It's where I learnt to breathe. It's where all my heartbreaks happened. It's where I fell in and out of love. It's where I smiled and cried. It's where everything that I know and everyone that I know about this life of mine is.
Those parties, those crazy times, those tears, the laughter, the friends, the rains, the dark greenery, the black clouds, the cool October months when Diwali neared, the long drives smoking joint after joint, those small soft hands, Alms To Shanti, Sajnaa, the winter fog... the feelings of love... of hatred... of betrayal and anger...
It was all so real. So beautiful. It was all so near, as if it were yesterday. Where did the days in between go by?
I close my eyes, and I can smell the wet mud, I can hear cars driving on wet roads, going over puddles and making that splashing sound, I can hear the faint sounds of children playing somewhere near... as if it were yesterday.
But I definitely miss India. Something about it, i can't pinpoint in particular what. Everything I guess.
I somehow understand now what they mean by YOUR OWN COUNTRY. For a self-proclaimed universal human being, who does not accept and believe in man-made boundaries, which only seperate one human from another, it's tough to understand that.
But after all, India's where I spent 24 years of my life. It's where I learnt all about life and its twists and turns. It's where I learnt to breathe. It's where all my heartbreaks happened. It's where I fell in and out of love. It's where I smiled and cried. It's where everything that I know and everyone that I know about this life of mine is.
Those parties, those crazy times, those tears, the laughter, the friends, the rains, the dark greenery, the black clouds, the cool October months when Diwali neared, the long drives smoking joint after joint, those small soft hands, Alms To Shanti, Sajnaa, the winter fog... the feelings of love... of hatred... of betrayal and anger...
It was all so real. So beautiful. It was all so near, as if it were yesterday. Where did the days in between go by?
I close my eyes, and I can smell the wet mud, I can hear cars driving on wet roads, going over puddles and making that splashing sound, I can hear the faint sounds of children playing somewhere near... as if it were yesterday.
Sometimes... you gotta go away to come back.
"This couldn't possibly be the end. I will come back, someday."
posted by Once the Conman at 3:41 PM
5 Comments:
Just took the words out of my mouth! I've been thinking for so many days to write the exact same thing. I'm glad you've done it before me, though, takes the weight off my shoulders. I even miss the rain, the smell of the earth before it rains.. and after. India brings out so many emotions in every person. "India [truly] forces one to come face to face with oneself".
trust me... I miss the rain.
The last time it rained in Qatar was 300 years ag. - the damn desert.
home is where the heart is.. so they say.
So what makes people leave? Is it just the money? Or the oportunity? Cos there's plenty of that here...
I'm still trying to figure this one out...
Yes, it's the money that makes people leave. And the people doesn't include me.
As far as I am concerned, I see it more as entering a new country than leaving the previous one...
This world is mine... not just India.
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