home

to the humid weather, sounds and smells of the place.

I remembered our Indian friends had remarked, despite the electricity cut offs due to a blazing 45 deg weather which destroys everything in and outside the fridge, they miss the smells, the monsoon rains and the sounds of India. But despite missing it, K said he doesn’t have to be there. Home is in his heart. Nice one. Maybe I should get used to that.

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