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.
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.
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.