The Return to Innocence...

After staying on for another four unscheduled days in the US, I returned back to Bangalore for good. This homeward migration of mine occurred 3 years and 5 days after I had taken off for San Francisco.
Mentally, I was boarding the train back where I had disembarked. People, Places, and the Times, however, had moved far off in the meantime. So, every moment was a surprise of some sort; whether because of the humungous rise in prices, or the developments in the places that I had known, or the metamorphic transformation of the company I worked at, or the changes in the lives of people around me.

Every moment implied recalibrating my understanding of things. That still goes on.
Wish there was a simple F5 to life.

It will still be some time, though, before it reveals to me how relevent I and my accruals over the last few years stand in the context of today here.

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