I had stepped out in the evening. It was a cloudy day and was raining lightly. People don't step out much in this weather and being a Sunday, most shops are closed (Europe!). I would walk a little outside and if I start getting cold, I'd walk into whichever shop I find open or just get into the train station. So, finally when I was headed back, I didn't take the bus that I usually take as the bus stop was a bit away and walking in the cold wasn't inviting. Instead I took the tram which drops me halfway through to my place so atleast I am warm inside. Here's when it happened.
After getting off the tram and walking towards the bus stop, I heard bells toll everywhere. It was 8 pm. Harbor to my left and the European buildings to my right. Light rain, cold breeze and not many people around. Not a soul that I knew. Instantly, my mind went into a reverie - the opening scene of DDLJ. Just like him, images of home and feeling of warmth touch and go in a second. Hits you hard!
Something that I saw at age 10, I comprehend at age 31! The feeling is pretty inexplicable.
"Home is where the heart is".