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Yesterday, after I think about three whole months, I finally felt like I was home.
The city of Dubai holds a very special place in my heart for it has always been home. I am Indian, and mind you, I take full pride in it, but having been born in this city and spent these 18 years of my life on this soil, it is only natural that Dubai assumes the title 'home'.
But more than the city itself, the people in the city have provided with that homely security and comfort. People I have grown up with, both family and dear friends, have laid the foundations for Dubai as my home. There is a time, in almost everyone's life, I believe, during which your friends take up more of your time than family does (plausible explanation for the exponential increase in arguements at home!). Those years for me were the past six years.
Three months ago, the group of friends that I had grown so accustomed to, left. Each and every one of the people I considered almost a part of me, people who knew me better than I even knew myself sometimes, all scattered to differnt parts of the world. Of course, the slogan still remains "Friends '4' Eva", yet you and I both know, its not the same.
And it is at this point, when home ceases to be just that. The security and comfort zone, which was always very defined, now shattered, spreading across the globe. And the vastness of the world you live in hits you hard and fast, knocking you off balance. And you feel oh so very alone.
Last night, before I went for a First Year Alevel student's party, all these emotions engulfed me for yet another time.
Life really sucks! What the hell were you thinking when you decided to stay for another year of Alevels? You'll just be bored stiff at the party and feel out of place and all these feelings will just come back all over again!
Being accustomed now to these emotions that flood in when your least vulnerable (and also having recently read on another blog to never let your moods to stop you from doing what you have to do), I decided, and on retrospection, to my better judgement, to go for the party.
To make a long story short, I had a fabulous time, danced for hours and got home at the wee hours of the morning! But more important than anything, I got to know so many more people. Good people. People I didn't know even existed in my school. And people I'm looking forward to spending time with for the next acedemic year!
That joy of being with a group of good people, and having the time of your life, is what I felt yesterday, after a very long time.
It's good to be back home.
The city of Dubai holds a very special place in my heart for it has always been home. I am Indian, and mind you, I take full pride in it, but having been born in this city and spent these 18 years of my life on this soil, it is only natural that Dubai assumes the title 'home'.
But more than the city itself, the people in the city have provided with that homely security and comfort. People I have grown up with, both family and dear friends, have laid the foundations for Dubai as my home. There is a time, in almost everyone's life, I believe, during which your friends take up more of your time than family does (plausible explanation for the exponential increase in arguements at home!). Those years for me were the past six years.
Three months ago, the group of friends that I had grown so accustomed to, left. Each and every one of the people I considered almost a part of me, people who knew me better than I even knew myself sometimes, all scattered to differnt parts of the world. Of course, the slogan still remains "Friends '4' Eva", yet you and I both know, its not the same.
And it is at this point, when home ceases to be just that. The security and comfort zone, which was always very defined, now shattered, spreading across the globe. And the vastness of the world you live in hits you hard and fast, knocking you off balance. And you feel oh so very alone.
Last night, before I went for a First Year Alevel student's party, all these emotions engulfed me for yet another time.
Life really sucks! What the hell were you thinking when you decided to stay for another year of Alevels? You'll just be bored stiff at the party and feel out of place and all these feelings will just come back all over again!
Being accustomed now to these emotions that flood in when your least vulnerable (and also having recently read on another blog to never let your moods to stop you from doing what you have to do), I decided, and on retrospection, to my better judgement, to go for the party.
To make a long story short, I had a fabulous time, danced for hours and got home at the wee hours of the morning! But more important than anything, I got to know so many more people. Good people. People I didn't know even existed in my school. And people I'm looking forward to spending time with for the next acedemic year!
That joy of being with a group of good people, and having the time of your life, is what I felt yesterday, after a very long time.
It's good to be back home.
posted by Melanie at 3:42 PM
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