I just came back from a rejuvenating fun-filled vacation from India and still living merrily with my Kolkata fever on top of everything. The moment I close my eyes, my mind travels back to the place where I was born and brought up and once I open them I could see the happy smiling faces of my loved ones as if they are sitting beside me. No wonder I am a day dreamer and why my college mates used to call me “Ms. Philosopher”! The portions of my delightful days in Kolkata that I now miss the most are my parents calling me by my nickname because no one calls me by that name here in United States and unique address of my sister as “Didi” as again no one calls me just Didi if I am older to him or her rather my name every time gets prefixed before didi with the last "di" truncated !
I am now tired of boring my better half with my long list expressing displeasure about life outside India and life away from family.And this list started getting longer from the time we said temporary good bye to our families at Netaji Shubhas Chandra Bose International Airport last week and ran for our immigration and security check. He now usually stares at me without uttering a single word (probably he must be trying out his patience) while episode of me lamenting because of leaving my loved ones back in India and flying to another continent for unknown number of days goes on for hours.I feel as if I am torturing him and should start diverting myself until I return back to India. Then can blog be a best place where you can talk to yourself without bugging anyone? How about trying that for some time?
This happens to be my so called first “blog” and am not sure how many readers would be following my blogs….will they ever?! Never mind, even if I have one that is going to be me for sure. So thought this can be a place where I can speak to myself and share my thoughts to myself!
Let the baby start taking its first few steps…one…two….three….!!
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Smiling Faces on my bedside table !!
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