Out with the truth.

I miss Calcutta. Like you miss spring when its gone. Like the moths miss electricity during the day. Like the sailors miss salt on a green meadow.

What can I do? While I WAS there I wasted the WHOLE fucking span of time wasted my breath and my teenhood and the good times and what not BROODING over things like how I am fat and how I don't look good and how I don't have enough friends.

Now I want to go back. Bombay is great, really, but the people...well ...ummm... they're all just fine but I am missing something and I can't quite explain what.

And I cant go back.
I am sad.
Will be there in December, though.
Hmmm.