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I left the taco bell and stood near the bright purple sign outside it. the purple billboard would make up for a great picture, i thought. i didn’t take a picture and started walking. i realised i am in delhi. i knew i was in delhi. since 3 months. but i realised it in the moment. like i did a few days after coming and every few days after that. i knew it but didn’t realise it.

life is like a novel. my story. and it just feels weird that there’s a chapter in it called “delhi”. i am not sad about it but i am not happy it either. don’t get me wrong. i am happy in life. just not particularly about delhi.

sometimes i feel like going home. i feel homesick and lonely. i so wish i could pack everything and go for a few days.

but then i don’t feel like going to my hometown that is my childhood home where my parents live. that doesn’t feel like home. not anymore anyway.

so i sit. and think where’s home? and i sit a bit longer. no answer comes up. i keep sitting. finally it is time for bed and i sleep. another day in delhi. another day away from home.