so I just have to tell myself "there's no place like home..."

there is so much I miss about India. It's a year since I left and rather time making the memories and longing fade it just seems to grow exponentially. I miss the smell, how the stink mixes in with the best cooking smells you can imagine and all sorts of spices and perfumes. I miss the cigarettes, those half-sized strong little bastards that cost mere cents so we smoked them all the more. In a world that seems to be dominated by blacks and greys I miss the colour, of the clothes, the buildings, there were flowers everywhere and everything was decorated with beautiful art and such pride. I miss the people, such amazingly beautiful, happy people, people with next to nothing but they still have their smile, they have each other, they have love. I miss it a lot.