HomeSick

As much as I say I am a Malu , it’s not the geography that really attracts me... It’s not the familiar landscape that calls me. Yes, I do miss the blue sea and the beautiful enchanting clear blue sky,the gothic churches and fort and of course, me being at the G-spot and watching the sunset...



But in the end, home is more of an intimate idea for me. It’s like a love af...fair. It’s a sense of fulfillment. It’s the image of my mother serving a delicious me...al and me never even wanting to eat outside whenever I am at Diu . It’s me sleeping most comfortably and peacefully .


I live today for I think of that tomorrow’s journey where the arrival sign in Jethibhai Bus stand would welcome me. And even before my bus has crossed the bridge to dIU, I can see my Daddy standing at the bus stop.






And that intimacy of home creates a rush .. a rushhhh of happiness.






Home is like an album... Every page you turn, you discover something new. Even though you are turning it for the hundredth time... Home is like reliving every moment that has touched you some time and gone far away. Home is your Mummy waiting for you even though you had told her that you will late for lunch ...Home is where I have different varities of fish day in and out... Home could be in the middle of a desert or a forest. It has to have that sense of warmth and love.;-)Home is a place whose streets I can roam without any fear, with a sense of belongingness , where at each metre I have a moment of remmebrance.
No matter how alien I am in this place. Diu being a abode of the gujaratis peaking comunity and small portuguese clan. I, natively belonging from the innermost northern part of Kerala am in no way attached to this place gentically.
     But still having been brought up in the narrow lanes of Diu has made this place my real home. There are faces whom I know and have seen the change in them. I know the smell of the place, the feelings of the streets and the sea shore. I have stories of the wall that surrounds Diu, of the rocks that have been there since eternity.The coconut trees on the way to Nagao beach recognize me, the roads have witnessed the changing Me.  I know them all.
The whole folder of my memories of Diu are there in my subconscious, so wherever I travel too, I have this comparison of people, place and weather to my Home(Diu).
People in Diu , though they consider Me and my family an outsider. I am so much part of their culture, the sounds , the smell. I am so rooted inside Diu.
From my early childhood days, I have studied about the history surrounding Diu, have met people telling tales of the bygone era and Life that existed in there.






But Ten years is fairly a long time. I have travelled a lot many places, met a whole new set of people, seen a variety of cultures . Too many changes have crept into my life, my parents’ and my brother . All of us are battling our own battles in life. Each of us have diffeent issues to settle. Each one’s aspirations and desires are different. Yet even in the midst of all that, I still call that duplex building in Diu as my own home. But still then a strange sense of familiarity, completeness overpowers me when I step into the gate of my home. The world outside seems totally irrelevant to me. Even my own mobile phone has network problems there and I care so less. That’s home for me Am going home for easter and its still one of the top 5 best feelings of my life.. maila comrades