In fact I was so excited that I was beaming like a little kid when my flight crossed into Indian territorial waters and even cheered aloud when I landed in Bangalore.
I am having a great time no doubt but I cant help but notice that people have drifted apart. I called my friends whose numbers I knew by heart and half their numbers had changed and the other half was nowhere to be found. That was my first indication.
I visited my old haunts but somehow these places were just empty chairs and a few cherished memories. People and not places are what count in the end is what dawned on me. The beach, the old restaurant are just places. Their souls have gone missing.
But then that's what family is there for, the pleasing familiarity is what sets them apart and somehow they always seem to be there. As do a few close friends who are well almost family.
