Adios, London.

I leave London day after. I have been in this city for more than a year, and to say the least, this place has taught me, given me a new horizon to a life I had never seen before. As I head back home, I know I have grown as a person...I have actually blossomed into who I want to be, have realised what really makes me happy, and what brings me happiness. I would always be grateful for the opportunity of having been here. Exposure nonetheless, I have learnt to value the smaller things of life...value where I truly belong and value things that I have always ignored before.
I don't know if London has made me a better person, but it has indeed aided me to becoming more complete. Understanding priorities, being self-reliant, loving and being loved too...
Adios to one of the most expensive cities of the world, and one that you need to explore yourself to know what life here really holds and what you ultimately want...

MUM-LHR-MUM

So, I was just lazing on the couch, flipping around with a zippo and leafing through FB pages, when my partner asked this rather humble, but indescribably deep question: 'Your heart isn't here [London], right? You want to be in B'bay...that's where your heart is...'
My first reaction was: I wish even I knew where my heart belonged.
Will my heart, actually ever belong to a particular city, location, destination?
I grew up and so far spent the better half of my life in Kolkata, literally 'grew up' in Pune, matured in Mumbai, learnt and experienced in London...and now back to same old B'bay. The question is, this time around how much more mature will the 'city of dreams' make me?
Growing up, indeed, am sure will continue in B'bay...but is that where my heart truly belongs, then? I wish I knew. But until then, probably it's my next, but not last stop. It's only a stopover.
And the day I figure what I want/desire as my city, my destination, I will not be the same nomadic soul...