i have been away from home lately a lot due to work.
every time when the plane lands at bombay airport my heart is filled with the same joy of being home like the first time when i was back after a trip !
its the same city .. same family .. same bed .. same food .. same pollution .. same chaos .. same gloom.. same everything but yet it all seems so novel since i dint see it for a few days !
does this mean.. we take those things for granted which we should ideally be valuing ? Or do we miss our familiar surrounding as it makes us feel more secure.. more in control ? .. Or is it that when we are away we want all the old things just because we are use to being without it.. its got into our system so hard that it is part of our anatomy.. changing it is like cutting a part of us ??
but its funny when on my way back home from airport, the traffic jams seem like reckless children standing in a haphazard queue.. pollution seems like dragon flames .. color changed.. but never the less has fairy like quality.. the humidity like spirit of anticipation .. and family like the best thing that happened to me and home is like heaven on earth !!
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