As I stepped off the plane and breathed in the familiar air of my home country, India, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. I had been away for over a year and I couldn't wait to be reunited with my parents, who I missed dearly. I was excited to indulge in the delicious local cuisine that I had been craving for so long and to immerse myself into the life that I once left behind.
However, before I left the United States, I couldn't shake off a sense of unease. I felt like I had changed as a person and was unsure of how my parents and friends would react to the new me. I was nervous about seeing them in person, fearing that our time apart had created a rift between us. But as soon as I arrived home and was reunited with my loved ones, all my worries dissipated. I realized that my apprehensions were simply the product of my own overthinking. The city and my old life seemed unchanged, as if time had stood still while I was away. It felt like I was picking up right where I left off despite the 18 months that had passed.
I ate great food, visited all my favorite spots, met up with my friends and family and even got to cuddle with my cat. Coming from Pune, a lesser-known city in India with a rich culture, being back felt like coming home. The city is ingrained in my mind as if I had never left.
One of the highlights of my trip was visiting Dagdusheth Ganpati, a temple dedicated to a Hindu God. This temple holds a special place in my heart and has been a source of comfort and guidance throughout my life. I remember feeling a tear roll down my cheek as I stood in front of the temple, realizing how far I've come and how much I've grown. The visit was a reminder of the strong roots I have in Pune and India. It was also a reminder of the importance of tradition and spirituality in my life, as well as a sign of hope as I prepare to leave again.
One of the biggest takeaways from my trip was the realization that despite our cultural and societal differences, we all have much more in common than I had previously believed. It made me appreciate the beauty and diversity of the world and opened my eyes to the importance of being more understanding and accepting of others.
Additionally, the trip also made me more self-aware and helped me understand my own identity and where I come from. I realized the importance of being grounded and understanding my own roots, as well as the roots of others. Growing up in India, I had never felt the need to question my identity or where I came from, but now it has become a bigger part of my existence.
In conclusion, my trip was a transformative experience that has made me more appreciative of the life I have, and has taught me to be more mindful and compassionate towards others. After experiencing the sweet and sourness of different cultures, I have become more adjustable and understanding of different perspectives.
Ankita Bansode is a sophomore studying economics and mathematical statistics at Ohio University. Please note that the views and opinions of the columnists do not reflect those of The Post. What are your thoughts? Tell Ankita by emailing her at ab890621@ohio.edu.
