A perpetual state of homelessness

Home is where you (must) feel like nobody is judging you except you. [Photo by Scott Webb on Unsplash]

Whenever people ask me “where are you from?”, I feel a sense of unease that Henry Kissinger should have felt about his legacy. It’s not that I grew up—my childhood was imprisoned between Bombay and Manipal—or traveled all over the places—I’ve majorly li…