Home Is Where The Heart Is



One of my favourite feelings in the world is when my plane is landing in Bombay airport. It’s usually the middle of the night, and I can see all the lights of the city that I love and the city that I hate. There’s no order to the lights. The streets lights are a dim orange; the apartment…

Just came across this blog just now. So many of the emotions and experiences discussed here are exactly what I’ve been through before. Funnily enough, our cities are like sister cities. 😛 I’m from Karachi, and this person is from Bombay.

Home Is Where The Heart Is


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