It’s 7pm across the seven seas and while I get ready to wrap up a tiring but fruitful day, a population of 1.2 billion in another land is waking up to start a new day. This is my land that I miss for very obvious reasons (read: mum, dad sister, food in an often fluctuating order of preference) and for some surprisingly not so obvious reasons (read: pure chaos).
After being subjected to crowds and the noise of maddening numbers and decibels, there sometimes creeps up a feeling of loneliness when all you see outside your window is an average of 10 people occupying the sidewalks in Los Angeles at any given time. All that silence sometimes just means more noise in your head. The warm air in Mumbai coupled with the constant chatter of neighbours gossiping, or the sound of children playing outside after school or a synchronised 9pm cacophony of daily family dramas on TV was strangely therapeutic and calming. Whilst I may not have access to them right now, I do have the chance to feel closer to my homeland, thanks to HT, whilst still enjoying the space of my current work land.
I’m excited to start this amazing ride with all you HT readers. This is my first of any form of direct interaction including social networking which I stay away from. Not only because I am a very private person but I also suffer from an addictive personality disorder which will result in my spending more time online instead of reading scripts. So here’s to starting many Sundays together — rekindling the magic of simpler times, waiting for each other’s response and making our rendezvous count! Cheers!
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