Being back in Chennai

It's such a relief to return to a place your born and brought up in. Everything feels so familiar.
Even the sand you pick on the beach feels warm in the palm of your hand.

Everytime I return to a place called ' home ' it never ceases to excite me. A trip home does not make me fib like other NRI's. Not that am not complaining. Maybe I am too used to the life back home and have no room to complain.

It's Pongal time in chennai- familiar sights and sounds colour the life here. Be it pongal gurgling in earthern pots or the cows being decorated like Indian brides. On the whole a sense of liveliness is infused into everything around us. After all every occassion in India is welcomed with not only fun and frolic but colour as well.

When people ask me whether I like India or Singapore I very confidently say both. My answer surprises some as they feel India can only be scorned for it's lack of administrative and government measures. But there is something in this mystical land that pulls me back over and over again.

I don't know whether it's the pride of being an Indian or just pure loyalty...But for me I always need a holiday home without which my life would feel bleak.