You know I don’t cry much. I can feel sad, depressed, lonely and be silent for a long time, but never cry. I don’t think myself as too strong it’s just that tears don’t come unless it’s a situation that involves my son.
Having said that I cried recently (twice!!) - I happened to watch the new release of Mile Sur Mera Tumhara and shed buckets of tears. I miss India, I miss not being part of India’s growth and most of all I miss home and the flavour of the country. What the hell am I doing in this cold, bleak, wintry place I have no clue.
The second time my eyes welled up when my new boss send me a chat message asking me whether I was happy? Oh my God, since when did bosses start asking this sort of question?
As to whether I am happy at work - for the first time I can say that I am truly content with what I am doing.
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