What an uncomfortable feeling this is,
Restlessness, brain fog, uncertainty.
What kind of a choice is this that I need to make.
What is this guilt?
Should I find happiness in struggle?
Or live an oblivious and blissful life?
Why is it always so hard and painful to leave?
Tag: home
#28 Hot and Crispy

Day 28 Inktober : Crispy
In the rains or when the weather is cold nothing is as comforting as a plate of hot crispy samosas with a cup of tea to warm the bones.
Relatable Quotes #1
You don’t really know how attached you are until you move away, until you’ve experienced what it means to be dislodged, a cork floating on the ocean of another place.
Michelle Obama.
Isn’t it true? We all must have experienced this at some point in our lives. It’s always exciting to move to a new country but who knew I would miss my home, India, so much. I sure do feel like a cork floating on foreign waters.
The Outsider
You think you belong to the land in which you were born,
Then, why have I felt so alone and wrong?
Like an outsider.
I’ve never felt at peace at home.
When I walked on the crowded streets,
I wished to go unnoticed.
Always hiding.
Always so angry with everything around me.
Always seeking a door,
To take me away from the miseries of this world.
Running, looking for an escape.
Running after change.
When I finally found it, I grabbed it with both my hands.
Leaving behind my home.
Unthinkingly in desperation.
I needed it so badly.
Of course, I was afraid!
Change is not easy.
But, my homeland has taught me to be brave.
All those years spent in fighting
Has given me strength to adapt to change.
When I opened my eyes to a new world,
I asked myself, “Is this paradise?”
Clear blue skies, lush green lands as far as the eye can see.
Filling me with a sense of serenity.
As time flies,
Slowly the feeling of awe subsides.
Overwhelming emotions started to consume me.
I looked around for familiar faces,
But, there was nowhere to hide.
I realised, I am the only outsider.
How do I begin again?
But, my homeland reminds me.
Never succumb to feelings of dread.
Overcome and be brave.
You have always been an outsider.
Running after change.
Good Ol’ Days
Smell of freshly-baked sweet and savory puff pastries
The tea kettle summons with a whistle from the kitchen
Rustling newspaper and creaking wooden chair call to you,
Making it cozy and warm, papa and mumma are home!
Temperatures dropped.
Pitter-pattering rain.
Turned into tiny beads of snow.
Tapping gently on my window.
Home Sick
Day 72
A longing to go back
To a place where I belong
Take me along
I’m a frivolous worrisome bee.