I never thought I will ever write a memoir of my life spent in USA, because I never thought I will come back to India one day. But, it happened. I came back to India with a dream and dream of a life. I came back to India without thinking about the consequences. I never thought I will get emotional over a place. Since the moment I landed at Mumbai Airport in September 2015, I am constantly thinking about USA, my life in USA, those times when I was new to the country, unaware of the culture, the seasons, rental apartment, friends and yes myself. I have been constantly haunted by the thoughts of my being in USA. It’s not that I don’t like or love India, but, it is difficult to forget the land which gave you opportunity to be what you are when it mattered the most and before I could grasp the whole essence of the story that somewhere at the bottom of my heart I had started loving USA. Now, that I am here in India I feel like a lover who has gone far away from his love. I think writing about my experience in USA will help me get over it.

“I have walked a long way

But, the dust from the towns, I rested where

Is shining on my clothes still..

I can see you from here

For the streams will meet the ocean for sure

clouds of memories come home until..

Standing at the window

O’ cry not, must you be waiting me for

One day I will come, I certainly will !”