So let me get to the best part of being in one's country,one's home. The joy of being with family !!! Lets face it - how happy are we being in a silo ? Without having those wonderful mother hens telling us how weak we look, how we need to eat more etc etc.. (Admit it...We in a most convoluted way are just waiting for someone to tell us that, so we feel good about hogging :-))
Well I just had a similar experience over the weekend, which gave me the reassurance that we had done the right thing (ofcourse I say right/wrong in truly relative terms !) in coming back home. After all, our kids too need to face the chaos of being in a house overflowing with aunts and uncles and cousins ! They too need to know how it feels to be singled out and asked - "Do you know me ?" , " I am your mother's cousin's grandmother's.....". Ofcourse the best part of our traditional indian gathering is the overflowing spread of tasty treats ! In the midst of this happy commotion, it struck me...this is why I came back, and this is what I wanted my kids to experience for themselves - the abundance of love, affection and wishes ,a sense of belonging and realization of one's roots.
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