hmm..i was away for an year and half almost. this trip abroad being my very first i was as excited as a lil child left free to pick up anything in a playstore...i did pick up a lot thanks to my ever obliging hubby...and i felt so happy abroad with my new friends..my son happy at school, the fun filled meetings, gossips over brunch and watchng movies with popcorn and cushion stucked firmly in our laps..and we friends gushing over our bollywood dudes and criticising the feline females and predicitng the box office moolah! ahh life was bliss..even though i missed my family in india and all the festivals made me so nostalgic and all the impressions of wearing a new gorgeous saree and matchng it with accessories..made me rush bk to india...but i had to do away with my jeans n tees for a while and we did well....
but when i came back i realised this year n a half when i was away frm india..i was in fact away from my roots, my traditions, my life. i was leadign a life..a fun filled one but i realised it lacked substance, lacked a purpose ..a meanign to life...all this took me not more than a week in india to realsie what i had missed. . and trust me i am happy to be back to where i belong..my roots..my country...the smell of the incense sticks, blessings from my elders, the aroma of home made food, the wake up call by the birds, the smell of the earth when it rained..the smile on the people here..all tugged at my heart and i knew this is it!
proud to be an indian
