For me, summer has so far been busy and i don't mean that in terms of my holiday homework but nonetheless, busy. I had to go to many temples around Thiruvananthapuram and my native place to complete rituals which had been promised to the gods. This is normal of a trip to India as it is a time to really be in sync with my culture and my religion because studying in an international school makes it hard to stay informed and educated about what is happening everyday back here in Kerala.
Although i came back here in 2014 as well, this time it feels different. I feel nostalgia and I don't know why. I had started to hate this place when i left here after 9th grade because i didn't like my experiences here but now i have started to love it again. I feel free when I'm here. I talk to everyone without any frustration and anger. Its like once you step out into the balcony at 5 am it is complete and utter bliss. I feel a rejuvenating energy running through me every time a cool breeze catches me. Everyday, I look at the mountains far away from me covered with a sheet of mist and memories flow back. I know, its deep.
The city has changed, rapidly. While i was gone for an year, hundreds of new developments
have been completed and the places where i once saw bare land, is now full of residential buildings and office towers. There are now air conditioned buses, better transport services, better roads and a lot more things to do.
I lived in the city for 4 years of my life from 6th grade to 9th grade. I really blended in well to the city culture and so it was hard to leave it after 9th grade. I think this is why i felt nostalgic but what i still don't understand is the fact that i did not feel the same way last year after my 10th grade. Maybe studying in an international school had made me become more distant from my culture over 2 years as I have made many more friends from different cultural backgrounds. This apartment has looked the same for the past 5 years and this certainly brought back many memories. I remembered the time when i stuck glow-in-the-night stickers on the walls of my study room and how it ended up being a bad idea. Don't judge me, I was in 6th grade!
One thing is for sure I will never ever forget those 4 years as it has shaped me into who I am.
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