Roots
Yesterday afternoon, I landed in Dubai after a 3 hour flight from Nagpur.
I had to wait in line for my visit visa and then get my irises scanned.
I miss Nagpur. It's not that I miss my relatives, rather I feel like I 'need' to be there, like I left too early, as if I have some unfinished business. This was not an ordinary trip to India. I dunno, for some reason I felt like I belong in India.
Maybe it was during a power-cut when I was sitting on our rooftop, reading Richard Dawkins and I looked up and saw the evening sun behind the clouds and the breeze hit my face, maybe it was then that I knew inside that I belong in India.
Or maybe it was one of those trips to "downtown" Nagpur that did the trick - the crowds, the sights, the smells..
Or maybe it was when I was at the airport leaving for Dubai, when I turned around to hug my aunty goodbye and saw her welling up, maybe it was then.
Who knows..
My roots are in India. My family's compound holds so many memories that I feel connected to despite not being a part of them, physically.
I can't help this feeling. I keep thinking whether it's even logical for me to feel this way. But then, since when do feelings follow logic? Why do I have this feeling now, why not earlier, when I had the chance to go study in India and practice in India?
I don't know, I'm lost.
I had to wait in line for my visit visa and then get my irises scanned.
I miss Nagpur. It's not that I miss my relatives, rather I feel like I 'need' to be there, like I left too early, as if I have some unfinished business. This was not an ordinary trip to India. I dunno, for some reason I felt like I belong in India.
Maybe it was during a power-cut when I was sitting on our rooftop, reading Richard Dawkins and I looked up and saw the evening sun behind the clouds and the breeze hit my face, maybe it was then that I knew inside that I belong in India.
Or maybe it was one of those trips to "downtown" Nagpur that did the trick - the crowds, the sights, the smells..
Or maybe it was when I was at the airport leaving for Dubai, when I turned around to hug my aunty goodbye and saw her welling up, maybe it was then.
Who knows..
My roots are in India. My family's compound holds so many memories that I feel connected to despite not being a part of them, physically.
I can't help this feeling. I keep thinking whether it's even logical for me to feel this way. But then, since when do feelings follow logic? Why do I have this feeling now, why not earlier, when I had the chance to go study in India and practice in India?
I don't know, I'm lost.