The flowers beckon me. It’s a new place….everything is new but the tree makes me feel at home. Growing up in a small town with lots of greenery all around, my mind had always yearned for a place where I could stretch out of my balcony or window and touch a leaf.
past month has been hectic. I have left the place I called home for the past 15 years and moved back to my motherland. A land which has transformed drastically and now has little resemblance to my memories. But still is a place which is my own.
As I take my son along familiar routes and explain to him. He looks at me and says, ‘You love India a lot don’t you’. And though I pride on that; I know how he feels. He has left the only place which he called his home and is struggling now to find his roots. My heart aches for him but i know that one day he too will feel the same love that I feel for this country which is ours.