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.
