homesickness

I come from north India and like every international student, I couldn't wait to explore my new 'college life' in America without restrictions and just being the Kabir Thapar of my life. I remember telling my sister that 'I can't wait to just have lots of iced coffee and explore cafes and study/ read books', but reality hits everyone. So did it to me.

And believe it or not, I miss home.

Hence, to be a bit grounded a wrote a little snippet of my home.

This city.

It’s gray at times but also pink.

It lacks clean rivers but has the most beautiful rains.

It has the tiniest roads at places but the most wholesome family sights passing by.

It can make you sense the loneliness but teach you gratitude for your lucky 13.

It might not have the best academia but made me the smartest version of myself.

It has limited insinuating food places but Id still pick these 3 cafés in the entire world.

It might be confining but still gave me wings to fly so high.

It has less fancy places but provides for the coziest dates with mom.

It lacks cuisine specialty but brings out the funniest dinners with dad.

It lacks interesting things to do but paves way to take the most capsulating trips with my sister.

It has my room which I don’t like alone but brings comfort when I’m reading there.

it has rash drivers but gives the most thrilling drives with my friends.

It is so small that I have to be careful but gives me the most exciting dates.

It has dull days but the most beautiful skies at sunset.

It has empty shady houses but help my family and I scare my brother even by a small glance at them.

It is trashed upon but I will forever defend it.

It is problematic but it is mine. 

This city. I’m glad it is mine.

Lucknow.