foreign
cold winds in city streets and tree-twigs overhead. no dust, no noise, no बाई, no मोची. strangelooking cars and unusual underground stations. no friends, no familiar haunts, a little english, a little old. i need london to feel a little foreign right now. i need it to be different, or my head will explode trying to reconcile to home-ness in two such opposite places - delhi and london.
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esp. now, just back from 'home', and wondering, is it a blessing or a curse, this having of two homes. both magical, both needed so badly, both beautiful. but both tearing me apart at the seams between them.
when (if) you find an answer to reconcile the two, let me know.