I live my life constantly looking wistfully over my shoulder, brooding about what I have left behind.
While in Pune, I thought of Kolkata. While in England I thought of Kolkata and Pune. And now in Bombay, I think of England. It can get irritating – for me, but more for those around me: this constant belief that the past was better.
This constant looking back is more like flipping through an album in my mind – an album populated with moments, conversations, looks, half-smiles, sounds, smells and thoughts. It’s an album that I carry with me all the time and browse whenever I feel like a glimpse.
For the past few days, I have been browsing the England bit of the album, quite frequently. I even pulled out actual photographs and smiled at them. Yes, wistfully.

I don’t think I am good at saying this – maybe because I don’t say this often enough… miss you guys… you know who you are.