Finally... Am gonna be home. Next Wednesday I'll be flying back to India and the feeling is great. Dont mistake me. Dubai is a great place. My first onsite opportunity in my first project at my first job. Lucky Me!
Living in a hotel apartment, hogging like crazy on your breakfast 'cos you dont know whether the lunch you 'll be buying from the Greens Choitram did be palatable, putting up with thousands of network and connectivity issues, walking into the IT support room the first thing in the morning with issues and sitting over the support people until they are solved, trying to work ;, getting food from Choitram and always regretting over the wrong decision :P, living on chocolate bought from the vending machine at office, trying to pull up a con job on the client (Imran : if you by chance find your way here, I am just trying to make this post humorous. Reveleus works, you know!) ...
Its been quite a month. But I am glad its over. Its only in a place like Dubai that you did miss home more. When you hear this more than just occasional words in Malayalam and Tamil, when you see someone wearing a sari, see someone eating a dosa, hear Hindi songs being played on the radio and malayalam channels, read news about India in the local newspaper... Everything reminds you of home. Of people back home who will wait for hours to get your call, just to listen to your voice. Of people who havent managed to loose faith in you and never will. Of people who have managed to keep their faith in you alive throughout those troublesome years and who have given you all that you have and all that you will ever need.
Thank you folks! For having been there for me.
And I hope I'll be able to make all of this worthwhile.
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