Friday, November 02, 2007

Home is...

There are days when I am the goddess of practicality, and days when I am an emotional puddle. And it is NOT easy admitting this over here.

I have been pestering my mom and brother off from the past few days about how I should not bind myself down to Mumbai just because I have been born there and because I have lived there for the first 22 years of my life. I need to look at the bigger picture, at the enormous pastures that are open for me, all the opportunities out there. Home is where I decide my life is!! Where my career is and where my future is.

And then there is today. Friday night, 10 PM, in the bathroom of the undergraduate library, I look into the mirror and suddenly realize that if, at this very moment, I was on Andheri Station, waiting for the 8:34 Churchgate fast, I would be happy. The happiness would be in my bones. Even if I was not smart enough to appreciate that happiness, it would exist.

And then I again start looking forward to the day I might return back to India. To Mumbai. To home. Home is where my heart is after all.

5 comments:

sillysneha said...

here s a cliche:
home is calling.. where r u??

on a more serious note...
its nice to know that u still acknowledge home as home n not as "my parents place" or something else...

home is indeed where the heart is!

J said...

Yeah. home is where heart is. You are out first time and it feels more. Dont worry time passes fast and you will see home soon. Till then relish the sweet memories.

Prasoon said...

Home calling - am sure that Andheri local will be right in front of you waiting - soon :)

I hope you're having a nice time.

Born a Libran said...

Mumbai is the best.. :)

Pragni~The Dream Catcher~ said...

Sneha- Am coming!! I promise!!

J- I think the bank of sweet memories is low on funds.. it needs more memories.. :)

Prasoon- I'm having a great time.. and that makes me want home more.. The local will be my salvation when I come back I'm sure..

Born a libran - you couldn't put it any better!!