Unexpected...

Its summer, the birds are singing, the sky’s like canvas with fresh blue paint glistening all over and there are smiles all around. Walking down the lane with trees on either side, I almost wish I were an artist, for I could then savor this moment forever. My feeble efforts with watercolors hardly produce anything significant though, and I put the memory away for tougher times. That was some good thinking, and came in handy, for that very night, I felt an intense desire to be back home, and with my family.

It’s amazing how the silliest things can make you want the familiar and comforting sight of home. I had tasted a great dinner, thanks to my roommate who tries a new recipe every week. I was watching the customary half hour of TV, and the show was about thanksgiving. I really think the network television guys have it easy, one show about a family event, and they had me hooked. Or I was probably one of the few gullible ‘not yet middle aged’ women. Anyway, I wanted to go back home more than I had ever wanted to in a year in the US. After that, it all went downhill. I started imagining every monosyllabic reply to questions to be deliberate slights, decided that all my friends were way too busy and that I might as well be on the moon. Gosh! I’m surprised. And so, here’s probably my most meaningless post so far, though it describes my state of mind accurately – I’m clueless.