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Friday 4 July, 2008
 07:50 | 12/Sep/2007 |  32 Comment(s)
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The home coming

Today as the sun shines through the french window in my apartment I can relish the pattern the rays make on the carpet. As I walk across the streets I noticed the red shining post box and the irritating cleanliness of the trees, almost unnatural. From my dust tinted eyes which always showed me a bleak picture of the world around me ....today I can see light. I enjoy the breathtaking view from my window that my guests go crazy over, only for this day and appreciate the beauty of this foreign land. Because today I feel like a tourist enjoying the intricacies of the city I live in.

I feel elated, joyous......happy, excited. I am coming back. Back to the place I call home.Back to my country and back to everything I missed so much while I was here. Once upon a time as I stood on the railway platform of Surat city waiting for my train, I despised the stench, that peculiar stench of coolies and dust, and people and trains. I despised the crowds and I wanted to run away. From what I do not know and still to this date fail to understand. I despised the system, the queues the chaiwallahs, the chinese "larris", .I couldnt wait to go home and shower. Today I long for that nose twitching odours, that untidyness beckons me, the chailwallas seem to wait for me. How we never fail to amaze ourselves!!!.

I cannot anticipate the feeling I will get when I step on the airport and breathe the Indian air. I might sound like a romantic.( I am actually) but I am sure some people can relate to me. Trust me , these words come from my heart. I want to savour every moment from now on that I have started packing to come to my land of origin for good. All those things that depressed me since all these days, the loneliness, the foreignness now seem like tiny traces on the sand of my mind's eye. I close my eyes and believe my dream coming true to life. ....enveloped in a rainbow of colourful memories I look ahead as I say goodbye to Australia and enter the gulleys of the future where the past once lived.

India.............................................wowww

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