Back Home: Feb. 24th 2004.
02/24/2004 03:46 p.m.

I am two hours away from my home, returning after three days of hectic, meaningless but compelling, activity, out station, a world of not of my choice, not of my liking. Though some of my selves do fit nicely in this world.

‘Home’ is a sweet term, one among the sweetest. You realize this more when you are returning to it. Your bed, your chair, your computer, and the world behind the screen, your people, your routine, your world within the world, your MOWGLI, OUR WORLD, you know you have missed them so much as never before. Yes, the sweetness increases manifolds when you have a Mowgli, who has been waiting for you from the moment you left, refusing to eat or play. Just waiting for you. The sweetness is real when you have worlds you feel one with, where you belong. You long to be among them every moment. This feeling of being, feeling of belonging is back.

Yes, I belong in my world. Worlds within the worlds. My Mowgli. They all trust me. They all love me. They are waiting for me.

The beautiful truth is that I am becoming my normal self after three days of nothingness despite my hectic schedule. I am realizing my being now. I was absent despite my presence all these three days. I am happy to be back in my world. Our world. All those worlds I am part of. Mowgli’s world.

PS: The quality of my being was so bad that I just forgot to maintain my no smoking hours, which I am sure I shall be maintaining henceforth.