The night of 28th august, when I re-united with my motherland for my vacations. As the plane landed on the tarmac, the sensation of being “home”, after longing for over a year, was boundless!
Walking down the streets, the feeling of “belonging” and “owning” knew no limits in my heart! For an NRI like me, who may have his own “home” out there in the distant lands but no “house” of his own, the feeling is indeed melancholy and nothing of an abnormality!
I want now someone to ask me why I am walkng the streets, and then I proudly reply back saying “THIS IS MY LAND, MY PLACE, MY SOIL!”
