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The first time I came here I was fulfilling a deep desire that had haunted me for years - I had a need to come to India. It wasn't a wonderful experience at all. Yet, a few weeks after returning to Ireland I had this itch I couldn't scratch..... and found myself reserving another seat on another plane.
I've lived in many beautiful places on this planet...Blaye near Bordeaux - France - twice for a total of 5 years, Tiberias in Gallilee - Israel, for 4 and a half years, UK of course, Just outside Cork City in The Republic of Ireland for many years.... and though I was madly in love with most of these places I'm quite happy with them simply remaining in my heart as very fond memories and don't have a wish to suddenly up-and-go back.
Why India then?
What is it that makes some of us unable to function properly in the country we have lived in for years, until we reserve yet another seat on another plane and return there...again and again?
Why is it that wherever I have lived on this sometimes God forsaken earth that I only feel like I'm "coming home" when the plane touches down in Bangalore - why do I love the rush I get when I come out of the airport and get hussled by taxi drivers after I've put in yet another form because they have lost my luggage...again?
I'm not really sure myself, except that when I the taxi is slowly cruising up my street people are shouting out, "Ah, you back!!", or "Shanthi, Good morning, welcome", and when the car parks outside the house it can take ten minutes to open the front door as people with bright warm smiles come up and take your hand - and that when you take your first walk to the shops sometimes up to 50 people will again welcome you home!
Would this happen elsewhere in the world when you return after just a couple of weeks away - I dont think so - well it has never happened to me! Going away for a couple of weeks in other countries I've lived in has only resulted in coming back to your house, paying off the taxi and lugging your bags inside.
But it IS more than that - and something I'll never be profficient enough to put into words! It is for me, the part of my life that was always missing, the lover I was always searching for, the feeling that you get when someone you love tells you he feels the same way, ......perhaps I should write a song about it - I've always been better at finding words like that!
How is it with you? search your heart and if you can, find some words that tells WHY this land just pulls you back again and again
