Home Sweet Home

The other day I was riding in a car down the bypass, with my cousin’s husband. DD-da is a very successful computer engineer and is currently living in Hyderabad, though he’s basically settled in Boston. He’s relatively young and that’s why I like addafying with him. When I asked him whether he wanted to stay on in Hyderabad he gave me an odd reply. A reply which I found (rather inexplicably) that I could relate to. He said ‘I can picture myself dying in say…Boston or Calcutta…but I don’t see myself dying in Hyderabad.’

Is that what we mean by home? A place where we would be comfortable dying? When I thought about it seemed right. I personally would like to die in the house where I presently stay. Maybe that’s why they say there’s no place like home.