It’s been almost six months since I’ve been home. Six months since I’ve seen my dad who worked so hard all these years to make sure I get everything I ever wanted. Six months since I’ve met my mom for whom I have been the center of her universe since I was born. Six months since I have set foot on the city that made me what I am, and its local trains and bambaiya and its vadapav. Six months since I met friends with whom I grew up playing gully cricket and went to music lessons with. Six months since I have felt really loved or cared for.

Six months is not a big stretch of time, by any standards. But I know this is only going to increase. Money and success, in their varied avatars, will continue giving me reasons to run the rat race. But is it going to mean letting go of the past, its million wonders, the magic of memories and naive nostalgia? I hate it when people become memories, and memories become nonchalance. And I hate to live with single serving friends and relationships and having to search for those special moments in my everyday.

Anyhoo. I will be in Bombay from 25th December to 5th January. Landing on 24th midnight, ekdum Santa Claus ishtyle. Hope to catch up with everyone.