Dadhich Uvaach

And then it happened. Everything started falling in place. I got the job offers I was waiting for. We got the family support we were looking for. Everything was perfect. So we started packing. We started packing roughly around 4 years of our belongings that we had gathered in Singapore. But at the same time, unknowingly, we started unpacking the memories we had amassed while being there. Small anecdotes, silent chuckles, hyesterical laughters, memories of tastes of some dishes eaten for the first time there, shared memories and what nots started falling all over the house. We started missing our good friends even while sitting with them, futilely guessing about the next time we would be able to sit with them again. And then that question started getting stickier with time - where are we going, where is our home?

Living in Singapore makes me strangely nostalgic at times. And in those times, any thing related to India makes my heart skip a beat. I go into the past and relive those wonderful times I had in my homeland. And then there is a stubborn smile on my face. People ask me the reason for this smile and then I construct something silly, but which is in context. At some places it's better to be stupid than crazy. Because it's extremely difficult to put in words the feeling of crossing oceans and continents, driving past those crowded days and nights, zooming in to the narrow and criss-crossed memory lanes and picking up a memory and living it all over again and then coming back to present. Brings in a bit of motion sickness. I was travelling back to home yesterday evening. Weather was surprisingly pleasant and last rays of the setting sun were clinging on to the greens. Light breeze was swaying the trees gently. It's been some time using this route to home, but I seldom see any...

The other day, while   orkutting , I came across my school's group photo of the time when I was in IX grade. Looking at that pic made me so nostalgic. There were comments of the people in the pic mentioning about their whereabouts. It was so good to see how our lives progressed in last 15 years. Many of us studied in colleges, found jobs, switched jobs, switched professions, travelled to different countries and continents, found life partners, got married, had kids - and survived to tell the tale. While looking at that pic I tried recalling the names of those faces with which I had spent a long period of my life. It was quite a bit of exercise honestly. I tried reconstructing my life that was lived about 15 years ago and realized how different it was from what it is. Even my looks, my appearance, my preferences, my likes, dislikes - I have changed so much. I realized that people come in and go out of our lives. They existed before they came, and would continue to, af...