I like going home. If possible once every year.
My home is far away. Roughly 8,500 miles away, across the Atlantic, past the gulf countries, across the Arabian sea, in a tiny state called Kerala at the southernmost tip of India.
Going home is always a memorable event. It looks different now. Concrete buildings have buried the landscape. What I like to remember about home is a collection of moving images that I carry close to my heart. Memories from my younger days. The days when I was working in Bombay. Flights then were expensive. Train is the popular option for travel.
My home is far away. Roughly 8,500 miles away, across the Atlantic, past the gulf countries, across the Arabian sea, in a tiny state called Kerala at the southernmost tip of India.
Going home is always a memorable event. It looks different now. Concrete buildings have buried the landscape. What I like to remember about home is a collection of moving images that I carry close to my heart. Memories from my younger days. The days when I was working in Bombay. Flights then were expensive. Train is the popular option for travel.
