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||Ah..home!



Haven't written in a while.. realised this when my thoughts got overcrowded, too difficult to interpret. Sooooo, what's new, eh? I'm at home, the weather is so awesome I could die of happiness. I have all my favourite things around.. and I have all the time in the world to eat and sleep and waste! I sleep half of the day, and spend the other half watching movies and TV series. In short, life is blissful.

Then again, life is what you make it. I know, its just a matter of days. I'm gonna get bored of the movies, eventually return to offline mode on facebook chat, and start yearning for Bbsr again. Its the same case there too. The other place somehow always feels more tempting, more...me! Its kind of like an identity crisis. On one side there's..familiarity..familiar places, familiar people. The other side has adventure, novelty, a chance to build a new me, which unfortunately, I haven't had much success with.

Its kind of impossible to pick one. Raipur has made me what I am, its a beautiful place with even more beautiful people, inside out. The people here are trustworthy to say the least. Bhubaneswar appeals to me more because of itself than because of the people in it. The solidarity, the liberty associated with that city is an amazing experience. Looking out for yourself, learning something every time you fall down is something that the security of Raipur cannot provide.

Um.. this is kind of why I can never answer which one my favorite place is. :/

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  1. Your home is where you make it. Its not the place, the people or the weather. Its your heart that makes a home where ever you go! :)

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