It’s been more than a month since I’ve moved to Delhi. After so much planning and thinking, I finally reached this stage of my life. It, finally, is a reality. It should feel amazing, right? Sadly, it doesn’t.
There’s nothing to be blamed although, honestly. I live with some amazing girls. My professors are probably some of the best. I’ve been wanting to do what I am doing since forever. Then what’s wrong? I don’t know. Or maybe I do. I miss home. I’m homesick. Terribly. I don’t even know if it’s just me. The people who came here before me, they didn’t look miserable. They were picture perfect. Exploring Delhi in their first month itself. Happy. Laughing. Just everything was picture perfect. Or do my pictures look like that too? Because the boomerangs I post on Instagram are the ones where Dechenla is being her too-sassy-for-Delhi self. Nobody sees how just ten minutes later, we’re on the floor talking about how life was back at home and barely holding back our tears.
It’s been 41 days since I’ve shifted to Delhi, 39 since I shifted to my PG and 38 days since I started college and no, I’ve still not adjusted. I’m not hopeless. I know I’ll adjust. I already can if I put in more efforts. But in a way, I still want to miss home. Sounds funny, maybe. Nevertheless true.
Delhi is a big place. It has got everything. But it’s not home.