Sitting amidst a bunch of strangers, I suddenly felt alone. The same thing happened last evening, when I was sitting with a bunch of 'desi' people. I was supposed to feel at home with them. But I didn't. I felt much more comfortable in my apartment, watching the vast expanse of ocean. So calm, that it filled me up with peace. And comfort. I got the same feeling when we drove past the beach yesterday.
The city to me is very romantic - tall archaic buildings, streets dotted with museums and warm, friendly smiles. I'm telling myself that's why while walking down yesterday, I felt like I was missing something. In the evening, the fog outside my window gradually enveloped my soul, I found myself craving for some company again. Picked up the phone and dialed. A sleepy voice responded. I didn't say a word.
