Homes…

I’m home in delhi….!!!!!!!
This was the first time that I’ve been away from home for over 10 months…
it’s the first time I waited till the evening before I left to pack my bags…
it’s the first time that i had second thoughts about leaving my home…

for those who know me… that’s a big deal…
I think it’s a good thing… I seem to have settled to the extent that I’m content where I am… I love my little home… its beautiful to me…
While I sit here in my parents’ home and marvel at how much of me there is on the walls… in the words… the images… the voices… the footsteps… I feel they are an echo of my childhood… all that was me… the immense potential… the love… the care… the belief…
And my little home in Bombay… stands for all that I’m growin up to become… all that is me in all my follies… the mustard walls, are a symbol of the warmth I feel which is cozy and safe… its not just about me… its what I’ve chosen to become…

Its difficult to pick between such homes… and somewhere I keep telling myself that the beauty and the simplicity of the situation lies in the fact that I don’t need to choose… I’m not asked to… it’s a matter of living in them both… enjoying what they do for me…

Like floating on your back in a pool of warm water…can’t explain why it feels like that… it just does…may have something to do with the fact that its cold as hell here and that I’m contending with my doggie for every ray of sunshine that falls into the house… : ) bliss… both the dog and the sun…