15 more days and i cant but be restless to get going...Home, where my heart is...and look at my fellow country men, here so many miles away, so apathetic, merciless, so nonchalant about being away..from the land that they smelled, toiled and grew up in!!!
Guide says, rather unemotionally, before going u have XYZ more days, c what you can do? - How can somebody work, after all these weeks of toiling, when home starts ringing its siren bells..Doesnt he understand?
A friend says - come out of it, what home sickness man, dont behave like a woman, is it a trait of a woman, that you long for your country back so many miles away..
People - ask why are you going home, you could have stayed over summers and done research, what research, i wonder, when the heart is not in its place, bled, despondent, full of stories to be told my nearest ones, where in the picture does research come at all ?
- Listening to Hariharan and writing, they have, i have allowed them, to take away all my poetry, but not this last bit, never....
~Bharat hum ko jaan se pyara hain...
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