an hour from London along the M1 motorway promises to be a rustic, almost idyllic place. With its vast green spaces, clean and clear air, double storey houses and barnes, hardly any population other than the students and university staff will be a sharp contrast from India. Where we are used to gulping grey soot filled air, people hanging from absolutely anything that can be caught hold of in buses and trains, road artists trying to color everything red with their 'paan pichkaarees'. But then, Cranfield will be away from my beloved parents, away from my little bro, away from my ever so caring friends, away from the buzzing and honking streets, away from the paani puri's and jalebi's, away from the 'B' and 'M' curse words. No amount of greens, clear air, serene environment can provide me the calm I feel in this chaotic world I live in today.
Because.....it'll not be home..... मेरा भारत महान
