A couple of days ago, I posted this, and got some interesting feedback, and one was the static image of what you left behind. And it got me thinking about what did I leave behind? It has been so long that I do not even remember when I left, what I left, except for faded memories of how life was. These are very faint images in my mind. I remember playing cricket in the street with friends whose faces are like that blurry black and white photo. You can’t make anything out. Or having nimbu paani hanging out at St. Stephens College with fellow students whose names I no longer remember. Or places which may not be the same. The truth is that I am not sure what I remember of the past, but in fact going back to India, whether it is for a few months or for a long time is going to be like visiting a whole new place.