It's a strange thing. When you want to post on your blog, you never get around doing it. But when you want to write your assignment due in 4 hours, you get the strongest urge to blog. Why is it always this way? While this may be a sign of unproductivity, laziness and lack of discipline, it at least makes for one more good post!
Home. Where the suitcases are. Where my family is. Where I belong. Right now, Home is H-68, Trivandrum. It changes every 3 to 5 years. It has been that way since I was a kid. While everybody wants to go back to their own hometown for vacation because they miss the familiar surroundings, and the climate and the smells and the familiar friends, where everybody knows them. But for me, the place is not as familiar as the hostel I'm staying in right now. I don't have friends my age there. It is not the best place for a holiday.
But right now, sitting alone in a class-room, trying to focus my mind on the assignment, my mind wanders around. I am alone. Everyone have somehow finished their assignments, and are having fun together, while I am still alone in the class. But I never ever ever feel lonely. I still feel I am safe, and secure; not just because of the assurance of Divine company, but also because of a family back home, waiting for me. While I may not have the greatest urge to get there right now, just the thought of my family brings me a sense of remote community; in spite of the fact that I do not call them often enough, or even email them.
Thank You, all at home! For just being there!
Lots of Love
