Back to home sweet home…
It would be stupid to say that it is great being at home ..for everybody knows that ..still it is so great that it is worth a repetition. Its GREAT being back.
Actually after a few hours it didn’t seems as though I was ever away ..the 10 months in America simply faded away..Everything was so same..that It was difficult to visualize that I was ever not at home!!
Its nice to eat mangoes and drink rasna and kokum sherbet
Nice to eat food without worrying about cleaning up and washing dishes
Nice to meet all the people who come home to see you
Nice to have “jhi TV” blaring songs all day
Nice to go out in the colony
Nice to see haji ali
Nice to come back home at 11 pm and still find the streets teeming with humanity
Even nice to see the Muslim women in Kurla station with a horde of children.
Nice to hear a bus conductor comment sarcastically to a passenger
Its funny how quickly we adjust back to the routine that was once ours here…
How quickly I managed to walk on the roads here trying to edge away from the eve teasers…to sidle across once side or to side step the sly advances of a budding romeo..
Its easy to revert back to Hindi to talk to the bus conductors, shopkeepers etc
Easy to get back to bargaining with shopkeepers.
Easy to get back to chatting away on the phone with friends without worrying about the phone bills.
ITS GREAT TO BE HOME!!!!
