Yeah, after a lot of excitement and Facebook messages I've come home at last. I am so unbelievably happy to come back that I am unable to express it. It feels like I am back to my good old life. I am back to being myself. It's like I've re entered the dream that I once lived in.
Staying away from home for three years has made me realize that I had come to take so many things for granted and missed the many necessities along the way. Today, I know I've missed every bit of every thing because experiencing them all over again brings me joy that knows no bounds.
Just to sit and think back -
I miss my family
I miss seeing people
I miss the smell of petrol and the smell of sand when it rains
I miss hanging out with my friends
I miss laughing at stupid things with my grandmother
I miss seeing old ladies at Lalbagh in the evening, gossiping about their daughter in laws
I miss loafing around Bangalore aimlessly and eating dosa at a roadside stall
I miss waking my friends up at 4 AM in the morning and going for kappi
I miss hating to eat my mother's upma early in the morning
I miss jumping off the rocks while going swimming
I miss the "study" sleepovers
I miss laughing at my brothers when they get belted and getting thumped by them later
I miss jumping over the school wall and going for movies
I miss cursing the auto fellows for rash driving and they laughing back at me for my broken Kannada
I miss standing in the crowd and encouraging a road side fight
I miss seeing the Aruna DVD owner's expression every time I enter because of the number of DVD's I've never returned
I've even begun to love the otherwise unbearable traffic and my mother's nagging.
In general, I guess I just miss my life.
Graduating from an Ivy League has always been the dream which is why I made the most stupid mistake of my life. Life for me here was perfect which I failed to see earlier. I regret this every single day because this is where I clearly belong.
After this visit, I don't know when I am going to come home again. Just the thought of it brings tears to my eyes. I don't want to leave home. I don't want to come back.
Today, I am a person standing at the fork between two roads waiting to take a decision that will determine the course of my life. However, right now, I must stay on the road I've already chosen but I wait for the day when I will be home at last.
