Back Home

It feels good to be home.

Right from when I stepped in the cab and the hot loo hit my face – I knew I was home, back to dusty, blazing hot Delhi!

The pilot didn’t seem too happy to land – ‘Visibility 2.5 kms, lots of dust. Outside temperature (here I swear his voice choked!) 41 degrees’.

After staying in Pune for a month, passing in and out of Bombay, and holidaying in Goa and Kerala earlier this year, I do realize that you have to have grown up in Delhi to like it.

It’s just the familiarity of the roads I suppose.

I was dreading coming home to an empty house. But surprisingly home felt great. Luxurious, after the spartan blue-walled hostel room.

Presents meant for someone else given away or put back in the bookshelf. Memory persists.

I watch my emotions change from understanding and relief to hurt and confusion to anger and now to indifference. Guess it’s the mind’s way of dealing with things it cannot understand.