Home? You might ask which home?
Well technically it isn’t my home anymore.. It used to be my home at one time…I lived there when I was growing up, then I left and never once went back.
My aunt called me last evening to wish me happy birthday. I have not seen or spoken to her for 14 years, still she remembered my birthday and called me to wish me.
There is a wedding in the family, end of this month. Amma had told me about it and I told her I wasn’t going. I couldn’t imagine taking three kids to India( tickets alone would costs a fortune!)..
Then yesterday after I spoke to my aunt, there was an ache in the heart. I couldn’t sleep. I thought about all my cousins, my maternal grandmother(, my school, my college..travelling in the train..etc
How many times have I wished to go back home one last time..Just to visit all those places..
I kept postponing it.. When I had money, I had no time..I guess I always had one excuse or the other for not going back..
This time I want to go back home and see everyone and show my kids their great grandmother, my school, the church I used to attend etc..
How am I going to make 10000$ in three weeks?