Miss India

i miss homeland...
not the people (not counting the family) but the familiarity and the feeling of being accepted and special.
no, its not that...
its just that here, i can spend a whole day in office not saying a single word to anybody...
walk all the way home from the bus stop without having to smile at anyone...
and so on and so forth

too much of anonymity here, though that is what i wanted.

thoughts of - heavy rains during monsoons, the smell of the earth after the first rains, the smell of jasmine flowers in August, bathing in unheated water straight from the tap, blaring but cloying 'kausalya suprabhatham' from the temples in the mornings, the noisy traffic, crowded trains, even the sweat... oh! yes, beautiful thoughts....

- Aval