Back. There is always a lump in my throat whenever the plane takes off and takes me away from home. Home. i don’t know where is home anymore. Is it the place where i grew up, the place where my memories are stacked in all nooks and corners? Is it the nest i have built for myself over here? Sometimes i wonder how it would be like staying at Imphal for good and not flit in and out like some migratory bird. Would i miss this place then, the freedom of living life on my own terms? So many questions and no answers.
Tried to gather enough memories to see me through the time i would be away. i loathe goodbyes. i hate the times when i turn to wave and walk away. i want to be home. And home eludes me.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
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