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The Nowhere Man

Bumped into a few Bangladeshis at Sydney's Miller Street.

They were talking in Bengali and I asked them for directions in Bengali.

We began to talk. Turned out they were at the 'Uni'.

On hearing I was from India, they asked me if I was from Kolkata.

Mumbai, I replied without thinking.

Got a bit philosophical when I left them.

Where am I from?


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Anonymous said…
I agree we often call ourselves to belong to a place that has the most remarkable impact on our lives rather than the place we are native of.
9 November 2011 at 23:21
Life Unordinary said…
I've been away from Mumbai 9.5 years and counting and still say that I'm from Bombay...go figure
14 November 2011 at 19:30
Kalyan Karmakar said…
and for me it's a tough call. I think both Calcutta and Mumbai have had an impact on me @dialoguewithyou

@life unordinary just as Kolkata is Calcutta for me
19 November 2011 at 04:36
nilima said…
Sounds interesting. Looks like you are a specialist on this because you just made it so easy to be with you, motivated me to learn more on the subject!
Regards
Nursery School Franchisee
20 February 2013 at 05:50
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