Welcome Home.

A few years (10+) ago I went to the Art of living center in Bangalore to do a 3 day residential basic course. As I parked near the reception a board caught my attention, it read “Welcome Home”. The idea of a strange place I was visiting for the first time being called home sounded absurd and yet inviting to me. As I went about my registration and settling in, I parked this thought somewhere in my head to visit at later point in life.

Last week I went to Andretta in Himachal Pradesh to get away from the daily chores and chaos of my life. To make time to learn pottery, something that has been on my mind for a while. There was something about the place and the people that even though I had travelled there by my self I did not feel lonely, not at any point.

And one day as I went about my schedule of walking from “The Mirage” to the “Andretta Pottery Studio” twice a day for my class I found myself talking to myself and I was saying “Welcome Home”

The words now made sense, a strange place you visit for the first time can feel like home.