Almost at the end of my sojourn in Paris, the most beautiful city, surrounded by my college mates and newly made acquaintances from all over the European continent.
More friends spread across the different countries. Boyfriend just few miles away.
Yet the feel of aloofness. The feel of loneliness.
Why?
Because you do stuff how Parisians do. You like it once but after that it doesn't give you the same satisfaction. It doesn't become your way of life. You experience it, you like it. Period. You still want to go back to your way of your life.
Crepes or Waffles will never give you feel of the sweet rasgula and ras malai. Acquaintances are fun to be with. But they won't give you the contentment of a late night party with your close friends. College mates might give you a laugh or two but not the hearty laugh that you have with your family. You will eat food but not feel the warmth of your mother's love. You will pull leg of each other but not get concerned like you do for your brother. You will discuss stuff but only your best friend in India will come to your aid. You will like the pubs and the early morning parties but deep inside you would want to be surrounded with someone speaking your own language with paneer tikka and desi jokes. The beautiful streets cannot make you forget the voice of hawkers. You dance on their rock and jazz but miss the profound feel of the thumka. You will come back but still have that home sick feel.
After all, their is no substitute to family and friends and your own country.
Shagun
More friends spread across the different countries. Boyfriend just few miles away.
Yet the feel of aloofness. The feel of loneliness.
Why?
Because you do stuff how Parisians do. You like it once but after that it doesn't give you the same satisfaction. It doesn't become your way of life. You experience it, you like it. Period. You still want to go back to your way of your life.
Crepes or Waffles will never give you feel of the sweet rasgula and ras malai. Acquaintances are fun to be with. But they won't give you the contentment of a late night party with your close friends. College mates might give you a laugh or two but not the hearty laugh that you have with your family. You will eat food but not feel the warmth of your mother's love. You will pull leg of each other but not get concerned like you do for your brother. You will discuss stuff but only your best friend in India will come to your aid. You will like the pubs and the early morning parties but deep inside you would want to be surrounded with someone speaking your own language with paneer tikka and desi jokes. The beautiful streets cannot make you forget the voice of hawkers. You dance on their rock and jazz but miss the profound feel of the thumka. You will come back but still have that home sick feel.
After all, their is no substitute to family and friends and your own country.
Shagun
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