Home Sweet Home...

It was a beautiful experience for me.........the drive from the airport.A feeling which would never come again.I wished I could hold on it for a long long time!But by then,the law of averages or the passage of time,whatever you may call caught up with me and I had to resign to the thought of releasing myself from the feelings I was trying to cling on..'cos I wasnt able to appreciate or acknowledge the things that you would associate with the USA.I was seeing the tall buidings,the beautiful roads,the clean air,the high quality of life but what I was missing or probably my mind was blocking was the fact that every two minutes I had a police patrol car hauling someone up,fire-brigades branding their horns all the while as if its a state of war!I did feel a bit uneasy with so many officials around but then somewhere it does give a sense of security too I guess!

The lane I entered in was a beautiful one with lots of close trees both sides of the road,imparting a heavenly shade all the while and the sound of the birds chirping with the squirrles running everywhere made me feel as if I am in the middle of some country side town!Then I got the keys,and walked into the apartment on the third floor.By the way,in my country the ground level is called the first level here and so on...what that meant for me was that I landed up on the fourth level here assuming it was the third one as my morms way back home!And where did I land up?I landed up at the terrace!

Anyways,I reached my new home.I was to stay at an apartment which was given to me by a lady who happened to be fortunately going out of town for the exact days I was supposed to stay..guess what?I had never seen her,and neither had she!But thats a price and the trust u place in ur fellow countrymen in the audacities of unknown places and the like...And it was for free!

I entered the corridor wih my luggage and the silence of the corridir hit me.My room was at the end of the corridor and walking as I was with my baggage,the only thing I could hear were the sounds of me pulling my baggage and the creaking sounds of the wooden flooring.No one came out to check n unlike in my country when everyone comes to see you if you are new to place to help you settle in and help with the process of moving in.But nothing of that sort happened here and I got the feeling that it would not happen either!

I entered my apartment.It was a very clean one and fully furnished...everything neat and in place,fully A/C,a nice cosy bed,a microwave,a four lite stove,a fridge,wooded flooring,a TV which did not work that well,a big sofa and nice closet.The best part was the bathroom...neat and clean with a huge bath tub! I felt like surrendering myself to a nice bubble bath but I had things to do first.. ;-)

I did not eat anything at all that day as my excitement just filled me so much!In a sense,I was feeling so many emotions at the same time-happiness for coming here,sad for having left everything I had behind,a bit anxious as I did not know anybody close enough,a bit unsure if I was doing the right thing for my future and deep down there a burning desire to carry on the fight that I have been carrying on even if my efforts did not exactly bear the fruits I had expected them to..And a feeling of being responsible,accountable and answerable to myself and those who cared for me...Then I thought,I was all alone in this fight and struggle and people will come only when I make a name for myself.Thats what I have come here for...

I never have and never will give up....

I sleep off..