i came to london to do my m.b.a... travelling miles gave me a feeling that i have achieved something.. till u earn ur bread and friends..ur life seems to be a bed of roses.. searching for houses.. hunting for jobs.. surviving in the cold.. it seems to be more than a nightmare.. missing those cozy beds..warm lap of mother..care of brother..love of sister..lovely power cuts.. coin box public telephones.. stars in the sky...i miss u my INDIA... Hope that day is not far away roaming on roads..eating mouth watering pani puri. woh barsat.. bhigi bhigi raat...
