Love for the homeland

SUNDAY MORNING MUSINGS

08.15.2022

It always sounds so clichéd when someone talks about Déjà vu, & yet when it happens you can’t help but exclaim!!

It happened to me last week, I was walking back home from work & happened to look up at the sky and I had a feeling of having the exact same experience, back when I was 21, living in India and walking back home from one of my CA classes.

I don’t know whether you call these moments where time seems to stand still, a memory or a longing.

The visceral feeling of knowing at any minute I’d reach home & be cocooned by the love & warmth of my family quickly evaporated when I realized I’m not in India & these are not the streets from my childhood.

At such moments your soul is stripped bare & you question your decisions of living away you’re your country that’s your safe space/ your homeland, & everything you’ve ever known in life.

It’s been 9 years since I’ve moved to US, and still there are moments such as these, when I am transported back to India to a time & place that’s long gone.

The feelings evoked by these memories & déjà vu experiences are so powerful that it eventually burrows deep in my skin and no matter how many days pass by, every time I close my eyes it’s still there & it’ll always be there.

An Indian through & through, now and forever.