Here I am once again on a plane. I am going to India. It is ironic. I used to hate going - the long ride, the billions of people. I mean, I love where I am from in India and love seeing my family, however getting there and adjusting to the other side of the world was always the hardest part.
The drastic change used to be such a shock to my nervous system. I would be overwhelmed with panic. Feelings of anxiety, eased only by being greeted with the familiar smile of a cousin brother, who would brave Delhi traffic to pick me up. Then the sarcastic slinging of insults between us would ensue, making up for lost time, and somehow strengthening the bond. That connection always provided comfort.
This time feels different. I am not feeling panicked. In fact, I am not feeling much of anything. Just a sense of equanimity. Maybe it is because i am leaving winter behind. Or perhaps it is because my trips now are more frequent, and this country that usually feels so foreign to me is becoming familiar. There is something comforting in the familiar. Maybe because there are things to learn and things to celebrate. Maybe it is just because this is where I am supposed to be right now.
Regardless, I need to get away and take some time to reflect. There is nothing like India to show you all that you are not. Somehow, it leaves you with the realization of who you truly are.
So here I go. I am finally now on a plane. There is nothing left to do, nothing that I can do other than sit here and get carried away to another world.
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