It is the last day of my 34th birthday month and my son is turning 2 in like 3 months. My parents are visiting and I am for the very first time in a long time feeling like myself. I am not sure if thats a good thing but I missed this me.
In this increasing changing, fast paced world it is getting very hard to keep up with life. I am constantly either working, taking care of my child or doing something for the family. I usually don't even have enough time to just sit back and breathe and maybe think, reminisce about my life in India.
I just got back from trying to put my baba for a nap. When trying to put him to bed he usually either runs around or just wails as if someone was hitting him. So you have to play dead to not give him you to react to. Eventually he just relents and lies next to you. While I was doing this today everything came rushing back. Random, unrelated memories reminded me on what led me to my life today. The funny thing is not one of those memories was from the US, where I have lived almost half my life.
What is this? Why cant you stay and feel you belong to the US. Or is it the other way around. I just belong to India and it is irreversible. But then I tell myself there are so many people like me here. How are they so happy and so content doing what I do? Rationally it makes zero sense to be so romantic about India. It is dirty, polluted, over populated and poorly run. But romance is seldom based on sense.
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