Home

2 years at K and I never missed my home as much as I was now (ok probably in the first sem). Mumbai too had high security but really leaving an airport is easier than getting into one. I had firmly told my father not to come to the airport since I could easily make it home by rickshaw. The rickshaw guys tried quoting exorbitant rates. The fun was when a guy tried explaining how far my destination was from the airport. I really wanted to laugh out loud. Finally after some negotiation and them realizing I was from Mbai I got into a rick and made my way back home.
Going from HP directly to Mumbai via a very deserted Delhi meant that suddenly I began noticing how crowded Mumbai really is. The roads too seemed to be in a real bad state. I always thought that no one could do anything about rains affecting the state of roads but Himachal has given me a new perspective. If most roads in Himachal frequently being lashed by heavy rains/snow can be kept in a decent state, I do believe Mumbai can do a better job.
Anyway I reached home to find a very happy and highly emotional set of parents. Home is where the heart is in more ways than one.
The thirteenth day ceremony was an occasion to meet all my relatives who seemed quite happy that I could make it. It was also my opportunity to pay my last respects to my granny.
The Mumbai journey also had me meeting up with Addy n Rajan who are now in Mumbai and also some other friends. Now I was to head back to Kangra, the same way I came
The journey back was uneventful, except for security checks and dad booking me into spicejet instead of jet. So instead of a good lunch I had to make do with cookies. I met my cousin Gaurav Bhaiya who was sweet enuff to pick me at the airport. We then visited some Chinese eatery n then headed to his home where I came face to face with his pet boxer who luvs lickin peoples faces. So after a very drooly afternoon I headed back to ISBT n then back to Dharamshala.

Nothing beats home cooking,

Luv,
Pranay