What I found at the other end

The stamp is like being welcomed to a party without knowing anybody.
Watching the world laugh, love and cook.
And not being part of it.

Until..
One day.

The women who pulled me out of harms way
The guy at Mother Dairy, asking about your life story.
The guy who took you to eat paan.
The northeasterner who taught me about her special relationship with chillies...

The trees in Lodi garden
The wounded raptors
The squirrels
Peacocks screaming in the early morning
Marigolds on door handles and
the praise coming from Temples.

Suddenly, Im home.

The weird became interesting
The colours became garments
The food stalls - loads of little treats.
And the people...
Something I admire.