In exile

It’s Ramzan in the Muslim world and in the world where there are Muslims. It’s also Ganapati time in my kingdom and that means, it’s homesick time for me. I have close Muslim friends back home, so close that during Ramadan it was a ritual to do at least one serious iftar in Mominpura, the heart of Muslim street cuisine in Pune. I have close Maharashtrian friends, close enough for me to be on the way to joining the Kasba Ganapati procession as a drummer. Ok, I exaggerate, but you get the point. I feel so much in exile.