I'm in Mumbai, again. Having ma ke haath ka khaana and growing fatter in the process. Mumbai's pretty much the same. Crowded, stinky and downright awesome.
I'm going to sound like a whine connoisseur (geddit? geddit?!) when I say this, but I really really miss home.
It's strange how even though my family's living in 3 different cities at the moment, everything's okay when we're together. The father and the sister flew in from Chandigarh. I slept my way through the entire 2 hours and 20 minute journey from Delhi to Mumbai. But, we all sat down for lunch, everything felt the same.
I'm a little different, though. I find myself cringing when I think of myself at this time last year. All I could think about was getting out of the house and living alone. All I want to do now is screw independence and go back to living at home. Squabbles over the remote, food, clothes and all.
I guess I'm not so grown up after all.
Always Happens..We derive our greatest strength from people we call family. I have been living alone for almost 2 years now and I promise it gets better.
ReplyDeleteYou would continue craving family dinners but some people would start feeling like family. You have Nidhi and Geets there, kick them and fight with them and steal their clothes. Recently 4 people I adore have shifted from all over the city to live close to each other in Mumbai, just to come back from work and eat dinner together!
And Don't worry, I am way more grown up than you but I still miss home and cry when I fall sick. Love and love and love and more love!
You've given me hope. x]
ReplyDelete"I guess I'm not so grown up after all."
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