In a few days I will be back in India. Three years... If I were to go back five years and try to imagine these three years it would be impossible. Living on an island... Thousands of miles away from what I knew as home with the seas and the skies separating us.
Yet we are not apart. However, different it may seem at first glance life is the same despite the distance. We wake up. They in India, I in the Philippines. They eat breakfast... They in India, I in the Philippines and so and so forth, rolls by one day after the other... Different but the same.
Going back I do not feel I have been away at all. The houses may seem different. Perhaps with new colors. But home will be the same. My parents would have aged a bit. But my parents they would be all the same. Despite the years... It may all be different yet the same.
Yet we are not apart. However, different it may seem at first glance life is the same despite the distance. We wake up. They in India, I in the Philippines. They eat breakfast... They in India, I in the Philippines and so and so forth, rolls by one day after the other... Different but the same.
Going back I do not feel I have been away at all. The houses may seem different. Perhaps with new colors. But home will be the same. My parents would have aged a bit. But my parents they would be all the same. Despite the years... It may all be different yet the same.
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