On most days I am dreaming of all the countries I need to explore, all the cultures I need to experience, all the strangers I need to make friends with. And then on some days, I think of home and get engulfed in this longing for familiarity and comfort. And then on other days I look at old albums and indulge in some good old home-grown pride. And why shouldn’t I? Such a beautiful, beautiful place, my land is. My Kerala is.
Look. Just look
