Three months from now, I will be on my first trip to home in just about five and a half years. Life has changed...I have changed. You have changed too ! Haven't you ?

But what will not have changed may be is people's perception that I am Americanized. May be, okay ? Just may be. The cliche question will sooner or later pop up: which place do you like most, son ? And what shall I choose ? Shall I choose the one which gave birth to me ? Or the one which gave me an identity ? Shall I choose the one which taught me morals, ethics and the value of human relationships and emotions ? Or shall I choose the one which is teaching me the practicalities of life...to weather storm after storms and some tricks in this struggle for survival.

A mere piece of paper cannot change the inner me. I am still the same. I am who I was. Only that I have started on the process to self realization. Living itself has been a blessing. And to live in two different cultures, a privilege. No matter where I am, or what I become tomorrow, the inner me will not change.

I may be on  voyage all my life...but my birth place is my true identity.