Last time we stopped at the part where I packed my bags to home. Somewhere between the struggles to build a life in an alien land and fears of being left alone during the struggles, the decision to take a break has given me a little life after 6 months. Though the 10-hour flight journey was a complete wreck and took forever to touch the homeland, the thought of seeing everything and everyone close to me in flesh and blood has given me a relief. I remember running towards my sister and brother with my eyes wide open and I remember how beautifully it was raining (except that it was flooding many parts of the state and creating havoc) as if the nature was welcoming me with the weather I have always loved to enjoy.

I had exactly 12 days in my happy place and I had most of the things planned. The entire plan and visit itself was a surprise to the whole group of people involved in the plan (other than two of my best people, well cousins actually). I have always loved surprises, the glow you see in...