Honey! I'm Home!!!
I agree that Fred Flintstone's dialogue is not very apposite here, but replace honey with mamma, and you're bang on target :-). It's been one year, three months, and 5 days (and counting) since I left hyderabad, and I can still hardly believe I'm going back in another one week!!
There will be a lot of catching up to be done, will finally be able to have a conversation with my parents across a table - without 8405 kilometers separating us, and reliance india call, and two phone lines making the effort to keep us connected :-).
No, I'm not complaining, its something I volunteered to do. It is just that this unnatural yearning for home is a transient response, a spike, which does not really exist. Eventually it is a stable, harmonious equilibrium you look for, and for someone in their quarter life crisis, every goal seems to have a horizon at eternity, which is again not true, time takes its time :-), but it's frightening none-the-less ......
Again, there is a lot of catching up to be done with siblings, friends, cousins, and other non-friends-non-acquaintances, we've been connected all along, but the 'personal' interaction is something that has been sorely missed, we all parted as young adults at the threshold of something exciting, a new stage of life, something that would finally represent the fact that we were grown ups - we meet now as adults, with some goals, aspirations, likes, dislikes, passion which might be more toned down than the high-flown ones we had before, but one can take solace in the fact that it is now more real (and boring? :-) ).
Again, there will now be the inevitable question of what next, parents are going to broach the question of marriage, a 'new' life, whatever :-) , there will be some ribbing for friends who've 'found' someone, and hope and expectations for those who haven't :-))) .
An year is a long time, but as it inches closer to the inevitable end (after which parting should follow again, but that is another post :-) )
Well, we'll all meet again, a bunch of confused grown ups, to part again perhaps, but its a 'full life' that counts, and not a 'long life' :-)
There will be a lot of catching up to be done, will finally be able to have a conversation with my parents across a table - without 8405 kilometers separating us, and reliance india call, and two phone lines making the effort to keep us connected :-).
No, I'm not complaining, its something I volunteered to do. It is just that this unnatural yearning for home is a transient response, a spike, which does not really exist. Eventually it is a stable, harmonious equilibrium you look for, and for someone in their quarter life crisis, every goal seems to have a horizon at eternity, which is again not true, time takes its time :-), but it's frightening none-the-less ......
Again, there is a lot of catching up to be done with siblings, friends, cousins, and other non-friends-non-acquaintances, we've been connected all along, but the 'personal' interaction is something that has been sorely missed, we all parted as young adults at the threshold of something exciting, a new stage of life, something that would finally represent the fact that we were grown ups - we meet now as adults, with some goals, aspirations, likes, dislikes, passion which might be more toned down than the high-flown ones we had before, but one can take solace in the fact that it is now more real (and boring? :-) ).
Again, there will now be the inevitable question of what next, parents are going to broach the question of marriage, a 'new' life, whatever :-) , there will be some ribbing for friends who've 'found' someone, and hope and expectations for those who haven't :-))) .
An year is a long time, but as it inches closer to the inevitable end (after which parting should follow again, but that is another post :-) )
Well, we'll all meet again, a bunch of confused grown ups, to part again perhaps, but its a 'full life' that counts, and not a 'long life' :-)
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