Six months, Six complete months and now once again back to my home town, even though just for mere 8 days but these 8 days mean a lot. Durga puja has started and it feels good to go back to family on this pious occasion. A beautiful festival, celebrating the strength of women hood depicted in the holy yet humane sculpture of beautiful Ma Durga. What more is needed for a family but the visit of their daughter. I am excited to see their faces. I missed everyone, being the kind of person I am, I do not get homesick but the mere rememberance of grandpa is more than enough motivation for me to just go as the moment has arisen.
My friends called, they want to meet. It will be good to catch up with them and just know what is happening in my hometown. I will visit my old school and teachers. I know it has only been Six months but you can only imagine what a girl about to turn 16, in the Indian culture, not accustomed to living in a lodge ( which she has wonderful and not so surprisingly adjusted to) will feel returning home.
Right now I am in the train which will take me after 15 hours to My city. Outside the black wings of darkness has engulfed the surrounding. Out of the open window nothing but a black abyss can be seen. Fellow readers I am happy beyond limit, I just hope that for you everything is turning out for the best.
Anyway I will say good night cause the clock is striking 9:30 and I am exhausted from packing and moving and shifting and repeating the process from 2 days. So good night, sweet dreams and may this festive season give you all the best of seasons greetings.