Home is Where The Heart Is
Ahh, finally back in Mumbai. Sweet old Mumbai, land of the free. Where anything goes and everyone knows how to cutloose. Back to my sweet spring matress bed, my reliable PC, my good old TV. And yet it seems out of place. As though this isn’t my life I’m living right now. Like something out of a strangely familiar dream. All this made me think, is home really where the heart is? My heart is in Mumbai, thats for sure, between my friends, all the beer, and my girlfriend, there’s no place I’d rather be. Still when I sleep at night it feels like I’m on vacation, which I am but isn’t it supposed to feel like home? I’m begining to think that maybe now Sharjah is my home. Weird.
I realised just now, that’s not true. The reason I feel this way is because it was hard to leave the first time. I don’ t think I can do it again. It’s easier to live this month out like a dream. Waking up to a jarring reality of Dubai won’t be so bad. But to enjoy this life and feel at home again will cause old wounds to reopen when i have to leave. Funny thing your heart, it protects you from that which you never dreamt could harm you in the first place.
Khota da puttar,
Sid here. You haven’t replied on Orkut so I came to your blog. Doesn’t seem like you’re going to reply here either, seeing as the last entry is Jan 2nd. Hope you keep updating this space man. I read all the articles. What’s more, I enjoyed them as well. Call from VoipDiscount whenever you can.
Best,
Sid
khotayyy..a diff font colour would hav made it easier to read the blog..ne way wen u comin down for summer hols..