It took me 29 years of my life to understand the true meaning of when they said "Home is where the heart is"
On 12th of Oct, 2015, when I landed in Calcutta for KIFF project and started working with a complete group of strangers, they as usual as asked me the but obvious question - where is your home ?
All my growing up years, I would narrate a long story - I'm currently based in xx city, but am actually a half Bengali - half Rajasthani- Hybrid as I call myself, I have studied in Shillong, Ranikhet, Nanital, Shimla & then Muscat and the story is long. Over the years I cut my story short, saying am from Delhi - the city I dreaded the most in fact.
All my life no matter where I went, I was always left feeling out of place - out of home. Always moving, meeting new people and learning new tricks of adaptability but never at home.
What made me feel more out of home, was returning to the my mom's native land - a) I could understand the language but never get used to it b) people would not accept that you are different and once again it was a story of being out of place - out of home, especially when you were home.
It is a strange feeling and like everything strange this feeling can't be expressed in enough words.
It was then exactly a year back I had met you, became your friend and soon fell in love with you. We moved cities, started life fresh - together and away at the same time. It was only when I returned to this city three days back and when people asked me - where my home is - your name popped up in my head and for once it didn't matter what city, where I'm from, what I would do - you are my home. My home as my heart was with you and made me complete and made belong.
#homecoming #Calcutta #Mumbai
On 12th of Oct, 2015, when I landed in Calcutta for KIFF project and started working with a complete group of strangers, they as usual as asked me the but obvious question - where is your home ?
All my growing up years, I would narrate a long story - I'm currently based in xx city, but am actually a half Bengali - half Rajasthani- Hybrid as I call myself, I have studied in Shillong, Ranikhet, Nanital, Shimla & then Muscat and the story is long. Over the years I cut my story short, saying am from Delhi - the city I dreaded the most in fact.
All my life no matter where I went, I was always left feeling out of place - out of home. Always moving, meeting new people and learning new tricks of adaptability but never at home.
What made me feel more out of home, was returning to the my mom's native land - a) I could understand the language but never get used to it b) people would not accept that you are different and once again it was a story of being out of place - out of home, especially when you were home.
It is a strange feeling and like everything strange this feeling can't be expressed in enough words.
It was then exactly a year back I had met you, became your friend and soon fell in love with you. We moved cities, started life fresh - together and away at the same time. It was only when I returned to this city three days back and when people asked me - where my home is - your name popped up in my head and for once it didn't matter what city, where I'm from, what I would do - you are my home. My home as my heart was with you and made me complete and made belong.
#homecoming #Calcutta #Mumbai
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