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on 10th october, i stepped on homeland after like 2 months... looking back it doesn feel all tat long. (except for the one time when i booked my tickets when i was really dying to get back home).

my home trip turned out nothing like i expected it to be. when i stepped in the car outside the airport, i d expected myself to burst into a chatter, o atleast be bombarded by a series of questions. neither of which happened. we drove home jus like usual. i was greeted home by lots o ppl, who were like just waiting fr me to step in so they cud move out. daaa....

freshened up n i was out on the sofa. i had surprisingly even fewer things to say. made me wonder at my inability to talk. is it tat words feel more futile, o thoughts jus cant find words, o m i too lazy to jus take the effort to voice it out. hmmm nt pretty sure. wonder wher the verbose me went.

my normally cuddle hater cousin, din mind me cuddling him for 10 minutes the day we met. the dinner was the best part... fish curry rice... mom made!

i don remember when i slept off tat night. i woke up as usual. all the days tat followed have formed a continuum in my head n i can hardly pin point where one ends n the other begins.

i remember the riverside by the night, the beachside by the morning, the sunsets.......

i remember the spifferchat. breaking hearts at tempts aft what felt like ages......

i remember hitting 120 on the way bac home....

i remember wanting to stretch a moment to forever....

n there's all those gaps that m nt sure happened. its like surreal. like the week was out of my life. n then the whole missing the flight episode on the day i was supposed to leave.

may be cos of that, n cos of some god-knows reasons.... i was more than glad when the wheels hit the runway at lucknow airport. aft all the sleepy flight journeys .... the bus kept me awake.

i was almost gonna type bac home.

m stil wondering why being here feels like a more natural state of existence...

...to be contd
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mallu said…
home is surreal now..d next day on the way to office, u feel goin home was a dream..possibly the best dream u have had in ages...

PS..plz dont talk abt home food now on..especially FISH!!!;)
October 20, 2010 at 10:12 AM
nishi said…
i dunno abt the best dream but i m nt sure the week happened. did i meet u :-/
October 20, 2010 at 2:04 PM
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