I miss mom. Coming back after a tired day and cribbing to her about a headache. Demanding that she bring me leftover lunch on a plate guessing exactly how hungry I am and bringing just the right amount of rice. She always used to go one step ahead and heat the curry for me. I am feeling all nostalgic about home, Kottayam, the broken roads, the humidity, the language, the horny men, KK Road, aaaaaarghhh.
I want to go home, I want to go home so bad. I know I sound like a little girl throwing tantrums. But I want to go back to that life. Of no responsibilites, of not having to worry abut personal loans, landlords giving us notice periods, shifting houses, maids, quality of trainees, rude cable operators, dirty floor, clothes that might get wet in the rain, leaking roofs. Wow! I never had to worry about any of this. Look at me now! I don’t want to grow up. I feel I am in no-man’s land now. Pretty much no direction, just living each day as it comes, doing what my employer demands of me, eating junk, sleeping and the whole routine starts again.
Not having someone to care for is worse than not having someone to take care of you.
Wow, that last sentence can be understood only if you are smart! 
Homesickness at its worst. Saturation too.
Again eye for detail…u have used men instead of men and girls hahaha
Please please please be happy.it is time to be happy no?all good things around.nice people and getting new friends etc etc
Also saturate,don’t melt!
1,Anony
lovely post….n so true…
im glad i visited ur blog….
A break, probably a good idea to overcome all weird saturated thoughts
Life has its own way of giving back things to us, the thoughts we are putting into it is mare reflections of what we want. Stop doesn’t stick, take a breath and move on …
For the last line, the biggest risk in life is not taking one.
I can’t go back home. I am so happy when I do, but it also reminds me everytime that I can’t just be a little girl anymore.
theres a lot to read, so many posts missed, but some of them are too lengthy,
hmm, going home, me never was away from home so no idea,
but about the lst line, it does make some sense to me;
takecare!
You from kerala? and kottayam? Girl, you have just left me flabbergasted!
No wonder you were able to understand my angst at missing rains in Kerala.
{Could you change link name from Crizzie Criz to Greeker? Like it that way better}
“I am feeling all nostalgic about home, Kottayam, the broken roads, the humidity, the language, the horny men, KK Road, aaaaaarghhh”
If you’re missing the horny men in malluland, then the homesickness must have really hit!!
Hope you’re feeling all better now.