I tried for long, but in vain, to ignore this simple native land of mine. What overwhelmed my deliberate negligence was that everything around me - living and non-living - performed their daily chores in a way that was the least affected by my presence. The creepers on the ground did not make way for me, mirthful butterflies did not cease to dance when I passed by, and the boulders on either side of the footpath paid no respect to me and continued their hermitage not bothering my swelled up egoism. Not that I expected these things to budge, in some far away place where at some stupid moments, I felt home and comfortable. However, here, I expected myself to be acknowledged as a native who toiled in a far-away land. But the indifferent reply to my apprehension shook my conscience violently.
In a way I am happy now to see my conceit crumbled. I owe you a lot, my dear native land, and I belong to you, I belong here.
