I replied,
I feel like complaining
About roads,
Pollution,
About everything that is there
About everything that is not there
Restlessness,
and the chaos that dwells in big cities.
Rain and traffic jams.
Hustle bustle for name and fame,
Damn! That's not the way I am.
....and now when friends ask me how I feel after coming back to Goa, I just reply,
I lose the sight of the sea
I lose my presence in the moment.
I lose a lot in finding myself.
..But then I realise I am never lost.
Something holds me tight
And brings me back to where I am
Supposed to be.
-payal
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A strange land can be a home after a while. Loved the way you depicted both phases. :)
ReplyDeleteThat's true! Thanks Sheethal. :)
DeleteWhat a beautiful thing it is to lose a lot and find oneself! You definitely are at home here, aren't you?
ReplyDelete:) Yes, I am! Thanks Esha. :)
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