home sick.....

the feeling of sneakered feet sinking into freshly tilled loose wet soil.....

the contentement in those neverending rows of green what not things just planted and sprouting....

the richness.... in zipping along superfast roads cut broadly between stretches and strstches of crops...

the ppl...old and new.... in age and habits.... yet remaining solid good....

damn i miss gujarat..... much more than i have ever missed calcutta.