Bound By The Destiny

Living in  two countries is quite difficult. You feel sad.You do not belong to any place. A few months here and a few months here  gives you a sense of belonging nowhere. The continuity is lost. Your schedule changes.

This has been my way of life for the past seven to eight years. A few months in India  is the most  welcome for me.
 The place is so much familiar  and I have my set of people to work and take care. it is enjoyable though at times a test to my temper. The environment is so cosy and comfortable. The house has been there for more than thirty years. It is a more of a home, a lovely place to reside.

The other home I have now is in Malaysia. it is a small country with three  races living, the Malays, the Indians and the Chinese. it is a melting pot and either the Indians or the Chinese bear any sort of semblance to the natives of their mother country. it is a mixed culture. Right from food to dress and speech there is no chastity as such  it is a mixture, a confusion as such. I am a fish out of after here, not able to mingle with the locals. Tradition and conservatism are  the ways  in which I was brought up. Malaysia is truly not a society where you  could find a bit of these two aspects.This makes me feel strange in this society. I keep myself to myself.

Life has to go on and

so does mine. I am helpless as I am bound by the destiny.