Coming home this time feels different from any experience i've known in the past. May be it has to do with the rains that induces melancholy in me. Being home has given me peace i have rarely embraced otherwise. I don't want to go into a mad frenzy and be the social bee. I have done that in the past and it leaves me drained more than energized. I want this solitude to linger except for the few hours stolen for the company of my loved ones. I love that home is here as i type this in Calcutta, the city of love and longing.
