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I am home after fifteen months. I have been home for over a week now and its only now when my trip is almost at an end do I feel the urge to type out a blog. Of course, now that I am slouching at my laptop, I am confused about what to write about. Should I write about the tremendous joy of a friend’s wedding; of sitting down at ‘my’ chair at the dining table; of the exhilaration of running on a stadium track where I previously only walked; of the tumble of memories that falls out of every cranny of JNU; of the drunken re-unions yet to happen? Or, should I talk about wincing at the loud car horns; finding myself a political ignorant about my own city’s elections; and waking up to Bombay?