Had been to home town. This was not the first time, but after a long time. This time it was different becos this time it was the the first time after we letout our home on rent. Went back to meet the tenant. I rang the bell of my own house and waiting for some one to open the door. Used to always open the door with the key I always had. Saw a small kid running up and down my stairs. I was like who the hell... Get lost... Roaming around the city where I grew up, now without a home to stay definitely was a painful experience, something I had never come across before. Evey turn i would take, every time I drove, felt like going home but was not. I had never walked so much in this town ever. Felt as if this city had suddenly become so small I can cover the whole city in a day. Every person I met treated me like a guest. With the same set of questions. When did you come, when are you going back. as if they were asking me to go back. Walking down the lane of my collage, felt very nostalgic. A...