Back Home …

I am excited, excited because I am going back to home, Going back home after a brief stint in Moscow. In less than another 20 hours I will be a at home, with my friends, having good desi Food at “The Pongal”. Maruti cars, and two wheelers, though in a haphazard manner will make the scene vivid.

I will be with my mates, giggling and gossiping all night. Pranks and plays fill our day.

Going to office on a traffic choked two lane hosur road will be a great pleasure.

Frequent phone calls to the loved ones, whenever I feel or whenever I get bored.

No more Mc.Donald's, Subway or Pizza Hut for lunch, , no more "Roublee", or "Neeyath". Early morning Coffee and Subrabatham with “The Hindu” and Sun News, are eagerly waiting for me. No more loneliness.

More special this time going home is, I am going to meet a friend for first time with whom I was spending hours chatting. I am excited.

I am repeatedly hearing Avril’s Tribute, which perfectly explains the scene, at airport.

I am happily going back home, ha ha ha ..