This is the first time in five months that I’m sitting on my
own bed, I’m sleeping in my fluffy blanket, and the first thing I see when I
get up is my purple wall. I’M HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME! Coming home after staying at
another place is quite indescribable, and only the person who actually
experiences it knows what it feels like. When I sit in my room now, it’s like I
had never left home at all! Like the five months in college never happened! And
yet at the same time, it feels so different.
I still remember how I felt a few days before I left home,
the apprehension, the excitement, the hollow pit in my stomach. Now I feel like
I’m not the same person anymore. So much has changed since the last time I was
here. So much. And yet, all these little reminders in my room tell me that I’m
still the same person, and perhaps will always be. Talking to mummy is still
refreshing, making tea in the kitchen feels so warm and homely, uninterrupted
internet connection is bliss, waking up to the reassuring hum of the washing
machine and going through all my old books and diaries. Sigh, it’s brilliant to
be home. I needed this.
Delhi was absolutely wonderful to me. And because Diwali is
around the corner, it was gorgeous and exciting. I turned 22. Yes, it hurts to
say that. I had JUST turned 21, and I wasn’t even over the shock when BAM! I turned
another year older :/ I just wish I could stay 22 for another five years, and
then move on. Time just whizzes by, it’s crazy!
Anyway, you always have people around you who make you feel so special
on your birthday that it all seems worth it. People who gift you amazing,
thoughtful books, and people who write poems for you, and people who get you toffee eclairs cake, and people who take you out on a drive on the highway
and you can just sit on the window of the car and scream like a banshee against
the wind. Also, people who make you have something so amazing as a Banoffee pie. Mmm!
I miss Delhi now. I miss travelling in the metro, counting
the stations, standing till my legs felt like they would fall out. And I miss
the brilliantly lit up Select City Walk with its fountains, and music and
having warm chocolate donuts sitting in the chilly winter breeze. I miss
working for the NGO, Vidya, and the little kids with the big sparkling eyes and
the innocent grins. I miss walking on the roads, in the malls, I miss how there
were always so many places to go to, and so many things to do. I miss the
vibrant, shining, shimmering city. I really wish I get to visit it again soon.
For now, I think I’ll get back in my fluffy blanket again.
“If I lay here,
If I just lay here,
Would you lie with me
and just forget the world?
Let’s waste time,
Chasing cars, in our
heads.”
