Bonding with my family Having a great time In the spirit of the festival Of laughter and mirth Celebration and bonhomie I spent this Diwali traveling from one city I hate to another. Delhi is a stranger in the metro I don't want to sit next to. Mumbai is the relative who you cross paths with but don't want to talk to. Bangalore is where I wanted to spend my Diwali. Bangalore is the place where the dust on my heart learned to settle and not disturb my lungs. I wanted to spend this Diwali with my books and all the cats I fostered and the ones on the street. Let them hide under my bed. Give them warm milk and music. But I'm here with people who I haven't seen in a year. People I'm supposed to call my family. I've mapped out this interaction with them. But I can still find myself on this map. I still don't know where I belong.
