Missing home........

Indians have a craze of going abroad, most of the Indians have an believe me, I was no exception. So, I was really excited at the prospect of coming to France. Having come here, I found it different, very different. And, I like it as well. But, now two months are over and I am very near to go back to my country, yes today I feel whole of India as mine, every Indian as my brother..the fact is you know the price of anything only when you do not have it. I never valued the peace in the environment of Giridih. Today, sitting at thousands of miles away, I am missing it the most. I am missing the gupchup wala (i still remember his name was Parmesar) who stood before my house. I miss the staff of my shop, shankar who used to bring water when i was thirsty. I miss the temple, kutiya mandir where I was taken since the time I knew walking.

I miss my school, but like me, most of my friens have easy access to internet and we are in contact. Ya, I do miss the evening hours I used to spen in their company.
but, apart from these things, I am missing my family and home the most. I am missing the stairs and roofs in my house which I can traverse even in the darkest of nights, without any help. I am missing my brother's kids, their faces are before my eyes now, I can see my grandma doing household chores and everyone asking her to rest...but, I miss the two people, the most...They are my parents.