This was long time coming almost two years now, I am finally going to the place I call home – Kashmir. I call it home for a multitude of reasons, I have spent most of the years of my life in that beautiful valley, this is where my parents live and given a choice I would want to live here.
The thought of going home is always nostalgic, it brings back a host of memories. I can almost feel the freshness of the morning air as it fills my lungs making me cold inside my body, the greens that surround me wherever I look, and most of all, the sense of belonging to my people, even those I might not have ever spoken with or known by their first names.
There is a sort of tension within me, its not stress but more like excitement, the sort that a student has just before sitting for an exam, the tension that a person feels on his first date. Though I am taking a couple of weeks of a well deserved break now, my mind is full of things to do and people to meet while I am there that the time still feels too little.
I hope to see it better than the last time I left it and hopefully recharge myself once again.
