As I entered the YP gate, I realised I might be asked for an ID. I had none. Luckily I was not. I walked to the HSS Dept, calling my friend, constantly. Well, she said she would be late. I nervously strolled about. Disoriented and clueless. Was it not here that I learnt to ride a cycle? Where was Mafco the one mecca for school kids? Nowhere to be seen. I went along. Continued till IDC...Well, here's where we would come and check the acoustic sweet spot er the echo! I wish I could go home. This place was my home till last month. No longer anymore. Why was is it so tough to fight back those memories and tears rolled down. There were lots of people I could have called. They would have welcomed me in their homes may be for lunch or chai or even a stay over. But, it can't be the same. So I did not make calls. I continued to walk for some more time. Going to LT(yes, that's what it was called), Convo and finally came to coffee shack. Had a cuppa. helped immensely. The phone buzzed. My friend came down. Had a chat,exchanged notes and left.
As I traveled back home, the place where I stay, I felt a keen sense of belonging. It's about taking things in a stride. Put into the right perspective, life seems sensible and rooted. It's about the journey to a place that you can call home.
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