homesick

Homesickness is such a bizarre concept to me. As someone who has different places and people as a part of her ‘home’, everywhere I go there is something I miss so how do you define what home you’re missing when someone asks? What do I tell then? My house in Delhi, my room, the food, the city, the people? Or do I tell them about Calcutta? The memories of people and places that no longer exist there, the way an orange bar from a kwality walls cart outside Nicco Park hits on a humid afternoon in May, the rum balls from Flurry’s or the chicken roll from Kusum Rolls, or maybe a drive around the city at night after having kulfi from Vardaan Market or maybe I should tell them about the plum cake from Nahoum’s. Or maybe I should tell them about the friends who are in different parts of the world now? So what do you miss when you feel homesick? Maybe its everything and nothing at the same time. Perhaps as we grow up we just accumulate more people and places that become a part of our homes, ones we love and cherish even if we don’t see them often. Perhaps we are bound to always miss and crave the comfort of the people and places away from us.