Home, sweet home.
The smell of moist sand and freshly brewed coffee in the morning. The clanging of vessels in the kitchen competing with Nithyasree's shrill voice. Dad's loud complaints about the Government. Fighting for bed-space with sister. The smell of Amma's saris neatly stacked on the desk. The secret stash of french cheese lays in the cupboard. The old washerman staggering past the house with his crinkled smile. Endless post-it plans. Episodes of Gilmore Girls watched at 2 am with melted butter on popcorn. Bessy beach at 4. Extra chocolate chips at Arun Unlimited. Gorging down chilly cheese fries at Eatlica and missing dinner afterwards. Masala Chai on rainy days. Study sessions on the water tank. Sobbing silently behind the bathroom door. I wish I was home.