On my way back, (and no there was no long wait, at the Delhi International airport) the immigration officer in Newark, looked at my passport, and my green card and asked- don’t you want to become a US Citizen-you’ve been here long enough? I wanted to say-the day the world I left behind is replicated here may be I will. Until then my Indian passport some how connects me to the country where I swallow the pollution and live to inhale the fragrance of never ending love-that in spite of staying away for years in a country I call my home today, I still reconnect and feel a deeper sense of belonging in India in a way I never could have imagined. And yes I booked my ticket to go back again in December -so my dad can finally say-you are truly home, because my home is where my heart is.
This is the concluding paragraph of an excellent blog post by Kavita Chhibber over at intentBlog
