Recently, I made a nostalgic trip back to a place that haunted my dreams for the last 10 years –
I spent two days exploring all the old haunts – the Indian takeaway that I used to frequent, the café where I usually had my breakfast, the local newsagent that I used to visit to check whether the latest issue of Empire had arrived. Everything seemed so familiar and yet so remote.I found out to my horror that they were tearing down the student hall that I stayed in for two years.
I also went around the university, which remained very much as it was before, except the computer lab was replaced with a five storey building.
As I checked places off my list, I was surprised at how despondent I felt. I then realized why – without the people whom I had spent the good times with,
The visit brought some closure to me, helping to put an end to the longing I felt for the place since I got back to
I realized that the things that I should cherish the most are not physical, but all the people whom I love and care about. As long as these people are near, that’s where I belong, and that’s where I call home.