A sense of belonging...

There is something to be said for continuity. I live barely a mile away from where I grew up and went to school. My grandparents live right around the corner as do my in laws . My children play in the same park that I loved as a child. My parents still live in the same street , a stone's throw away from my high school. I love the sense of belonging , the feeling of contentment this gives me, that my children are making memories for themselves where I made my best loved ones.

Oh no , I am not your typical frog in the well who knows only his immediate surroundings and so loves only that. I left home at the age of twenty one , moving first to Bangalore then across the proverbial seven seas to seek my fortune. I made friends , learnt to live alone and work. I travelled quite frequently and got to see a lot .


But after I came back , I realised how much I had missed my favorite places and my favorite people. And I promised myself, Insha Allah , I'd never make my home anywhere else. I once read somewhere ,"Home is where the heart is" and my heart is right here in Hyderabad.....