Home.

I'm here only for three days and there's no feeling like it. I got off the bus and heard the autorickshaw drivers asking me in Kannada if I want an auto. It must have confused the guy when I gave a huge smile and said, "Beda. Bus alli hogtheni."

The joy of being in familiar spaces, smells that have associations and the cool wind in your face. Not air that feels like you have a hair-dryer in front of your face. And water that doesn't make my hair feel like a broom. When I reached Bangalore, my mum sent me a message saying, "Welcome home!" We're not the kind to hug everytime or say things like 'I love you', 'I miss you', but she has her own ways. She'll say, 'Today appa and I went to the shop and saw that chocolate that you always buy...' So cute she is. One of the best things about me being away from home is that I have grown closer to my family. Who would have thought? Today is my day with mum, tomorrow is with that woman who writes from There when I'm Here.

So much excitement. Full love and all.