Still flashing upon the inward eye

This is a really short post simply to kill time while I wait for my friend to come and pick me up. I am wistful and have a lot of time on my hands to be so. Thus I shall share my reasons for being so. I just came back from my "home" country. The point is that I no longer know where my home is. Here in America I am a non resident alien and in India...well I simply do not live there anymore. A friend was asking me today how I made it through my first year as an alien. I told him that you get used to living with yourself and by yourself. You get used to not having every meal everyday simply because you are too tired and don't want to cook for one lonely person. You also get used to being alone,not lonely just alone.

Home for me is across the ocean,miles away. Yet though this place is not home it is the only one I know right now. Here I have people who make this foreign land a home away from home. Sometimes I yearn for those smells of rolls and panipuri and the sound of those typical hindi gali and the buzz of a busy overpopulated city that made me so happy for 24 years. Yet now as I wait for the welcome call of my dear friend, I think that "this is my home now". I have made this myself. Its small disorganised and not opulent...but its mine! Hence its home now.