As I walked to the office of aliens (now that’s what they call the immigration office in Italian) to get my inter-galactic residence documentation...ok... my work permit... I realized...
In a month and half I’d be leaving this place that I had made my home for the last year... heading back to the place I have always called home... Chennai... India... and although I’ve been longing to get back there... suddenly I feel I need to gulp in as much of Lugano as I possible can over the next few days...
From home... to home... missing home at home... leaving home and heading home...
So what is home...?
In my dictionary... it’s the place I’d know I m at peace with the rest of the world... it’s the place that I know reflect who I am... and it’s the place I feel is a part of me...
So if I feel I’m leaving a part of me behind... when I’m going away from a place... that’s been home...
And funnily... when I get back home, it would be a new home... and the home I was in when I came to Lugano is now someone else's home...
Home is where the heart is... so it seems that my heart is splattered all across Google maps... bits here n there...
Thursday, November 8, 2007
home...
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2 comments:
Will you never change?? :-) Remember all those chats on the bus and my regrets whenever i let out some word and you begin with your compositions :-)
Neways, nice!!! :-)
So true buddy...it indeed was a mixed feeling when even I got to know that I will be back in a month or so...on one hand was the impatient wait (which had started way earlier) to be with my wife...on the other hand was a kind of sadness to leave the peaceful and beautiful city...was kind of surprising for me, because I had always felt that I would be only too happy to go back...you reminded me of those final days.
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