Thursday, April 10, 2014

A Call Back Home.

          I was walking through crowds of people in downtown New York. It was rush hour and everyone was looking forward to go home and meet their loved ones. Sadly, I wasn't. After all, everyone was in Mumbai. I didn't want to go back to the lonely apartment that I had rented out when I had moved here two years ago.
       
         It was then when I was thinking about the mess my life had become that I saw you. You were wearing the same vest and your 'customized' torn jeans looking very, very out of place. What I mean is, everyone around you were wearing designer business suits and dress shoes or sky high stilettos and you still had your old pink Converse shoes on. You were pretty much oblivious to the nasty stares that people were giving you or you simply chose to ignore them, now that, I shall never know. You reminded me of my old self back home. After staring at you for 3 minutes and 31 seconds straight, I made a beeline towards you. Obviously, the universe was against me that evening and I lost you in the sea of people.
         
        I tried to find you. I looked around the place for you, I really did. But maybe it wasn't my day. So, I went back to my apartment after my failed search mission . But seeing you brought many thoughts in my mind. Like, what were you even doing here, in NYC? Last that I had heard about you, you were studying back in Mumbai about micro organisms! I did realize something though. I had been so preoccupied  with my non existent social life and my job that I didn't even bother to see whether everything was okay at home. I had no idea how everyone was doing there.

       I was so involved in all the business deals, bills and grocery shopping that I didn't even know how mum and dad were doing. I hadn't spoken to them for over a month. I had given the blind eye to all their missed calls. I'm shocked that they aren't here by now! I hadn't seen them in so long, And that's when I broke. I had forgotten to add my family and friends in my new world here, in NYC. Maybe in the back of my head I had realized it but it took a familiar face to finally work on it.
       
      While doing all the thinking a thought came which terrified me. Was is too late? Were everyone back home angry? Or did they forget me?!
     
      So, that was all that it took.  A familiar face to remind me of home and a few dreadful thoughts for me to make that call back home.
   
      "Hello".