The Scorpios
Monday, September 04, 2006
factual Fiction- One Last Time…
One last time, let me go and meet Archana. Also Minakshi and Harpreet. One last time let me take a drive down the beach road in my Scooty. One last time let all friends gang up like we did a month ago. Let me ask mom to cook those delicious gulab jamuns and bake her special chocolate cake. One last time let me taste all the pickles in the kitchen cupboard. One last time let me listen to those 10 favourite records on Dad’s gramophone. For tomorrow is the day I leave for my hostel for the forthcoming semester after a month long vacation.
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Yep, that's how it feels. I used to feel so every time I had to go back to school after vacation. What's funny is, now I am 'grown up' and moved out to a different country, I still feel like that every time I visit my "home" back in India
Totally feel like that every time i visit my "maaika" - being in Mumbai is a diff high ...
well, I know this very familiar feeling..
*sigh* I miss India..
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