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anni, 8 July 2006
Finland Vantaa

Where the home is...

finland-russia-mongolia-china-vietnam-cambodia-thailand-laos-thailand-india-nepal-india-england-finland. almost 8 months.

"so how was it".....

laughing, crying, talking, working, walking,
writing, reading, dancing, singing...learning!

mountains, rivers, ocean, dusty roads...

crossing borders, getting stuck in floods, bathing in the sun, diving to ocean and trekking to the hills. celebrating christmas, new year and birthday, doing good things...and sometimes bad things,

meeting special people.

traveled by train, bus, boat, pick up, taxi, plane, metro, ricshaw and even horse carriage.

lots things happened i never ever dreamed of and i saw things i never wanted to see. cultures that vary, people whos life is total opposite to mine. lands that have been destoryed....and built up again. from the quiet and empty mongolian country side to the busy beijing and massive great wall...from rainy roads of vietnam to sunny beach of cambodia, from the peace of sen monoron to the amazing angor wat...to the noisy and polluted bangkok to the peaceful magic-pai...to the crazy vang vieng to the peace of akha villages in phongsaly in laos...and to the hassling india, but special towns of kolkata, darjeeling and rishikesh, and the amazing nepal....

pieces of my heart really were left behind.


the plane landed in sunny finland. i felt like crying and laughing same time. i knew my loved ones were waiting at the airport, but after getting my bags i was afraid to walk from the doors. but i did....and saw the smiling faces and got warm warm hugs.

i was home.

or...was i? many times on the road, after dinner i said, it is time to go home. not meaning finland, but the hostel or guest house i was staying. i felt home in many places. settling down even when you are on the road is easy, if you like the place. and i was blessed to find some of these...

so. home. sweet home. where are thou?

i have been thinking about this. i have chatted with my special friends now again, seen my family, wondered around my home town. felt like crying, and even did that. many times. and i know i will many times. no i live day by day. but....after thinking i know one answer.

my home...is where my backbag is.

and i think as in great indian book by amitav gosh called the hungry tide...and old lady says.

"my home is where i can make (have?) a cup of warm tea".

so i am home now. as i was in many other places, and i will be. where ever i go.


i truly have got, peace of mind.

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