So being back in Tucson after a three month long hiatus confused me a little. The moment I opened my door to my house and subsequently to my room, I had this great feeling of "Ahh, home at last".

My californian abode was bliss. I had a great furnished apartment, I had television, I had every kitchen utensil one can think of, i even had a wine bottle opener. It was comfort in its best form and the icing on the cake was I had a house cleaner!

Being back in tucson in my dirty little room , full of clothes everywhere did not for one moment made me cringe. I was elated at being back. To my room, to my house, to my friends!

The feeling of home though confused me. Should I not feel that when I get back to Madras. Surprisingly enough, the feeling of home I had in Madras did not match the one I had when I reached Tucson. Maybe its the fact that when I was in Madras I always knew that I was getting back.

This though is not considering the people involved. When you involve them it becomes a different ball game. Home is where I can get my morning milk in my hand, where I get to hear my mom's divine songs every morning, when I get to see my dad read the morning papers trying to shoo away the occasional crow, when I see my brother rushing to school shouting at all of us for forgetting to wake him up early, when I see perimma packing my lunch with utmost love, when I turn on NDTV and listen to 'breakfast news'

Where does this leave Tucson then. I guess thats why they have the phrase "Home away from Home"