Its time for me to look back at my trip and I was trying to find the right words. I realized that my trip probably cannot be a sum of words but more of a sum of feelings.
I felt longing to land in the country of my birth.
I felt joyous to spend a few days at home.
I looked forward to a trip of discovering the south.
I basked in the warmth especially coming from a cold place.
I felt frustrated by the sheer inefficiencies at different places.
I felt helpless when you don’t have the power to change anything.
I felt angry that the politicians and the police rule as if they are above the constitution of the country.
I couldn’t surmount the challenges of trying to converse in a language alien to me in a country which was my own.
I mastered a sort of sign language to assist conversation.
I loved the feeling of a light breeze while enjoying the 4 o’clock cup of tea on a terrace.
I still have an insatiable appetite to try out the different cuisines available here.
I had pangs of guilt when a man almost twice my age called me sir.
I grew sick of the pollution and the bad traffic.
I am going to be cautious stepping out incase people decide to celebrate holi a day early.
I feel lucky that the bomb at the German Bakery in Pune wasn’t set for the day before.
I am glad that in spite of the time I have spent out of this country, I don’t feel like an outsider.
I feel amazed that the poorest of the poor still have a smile on their face at the end of the day.
There has just been one main feeling to sum up my past 6 weeks here, I’ve felt alive.