At times I have wondered, wondered about the place I belong.
Is it Delhi where I was born and raised?
Or is Bengal where my father and my forefathers were born?
Or is it Ladakh, a place I have so much loved and I am drawn to, time and again?
Or is it Kumaon, a place I have now fallen in love?
Or should I be patriotic and say I belong to India?
Truth is, I belong to all these places and yet, none of them.
Maybe the place I belong to, is the place where my God takes me, and for that brief moment, when he shows me the reason to have brought me there. I belong to that place.
And then, I move on.
Home would always be where family is, yet that is not where I belong.
Search for the Unknown continues, even though today, I head back home…