Yeh I think most of us who have experienced the life of leaving our home countries can relate to some of the emotions I explore within this story.... Thanks once again for the feedback....I do apologise if the story flow is a bit slow but I do want to explore each emotion that the character experiences.... Cheers :) :) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PART IV So, on that crimson afternoon in the middle of the Nepalese winter, I stepped down from the plane ready to discover myself and grow closer to a country that gave birth to me. As I was walking towards to airport, I looked around and I felt shocked. I stood there for a moment wondering if I was in the right place and then I looked back at the plane with a question on my face. I could not believe this was the place that had haunted my dreams for the past several months. I wanted to go back on that RNAC plane and leave this place never to return. As my eyes adjusted to the sudden change, I then started to see the valley and the mountains that surrounded it. Through the concrete jungle of houses, I could just see those bare peaks moaning out to me and begging me to come. I looked at them and silently told them I was back and started walking towards the airport. When I was heading to my uncle’s house where I was to stay for the time I was in Nepal, I looked outside trying to understand how I could feel so connected to this unknown place. My thoughts which had been filled with stuff normal teenagers have had suddenly filled with many questions. The people standing besides the streets passed by and I tried to reach for some answers in their faces but all I could see was how occupied they were with their daily lives. I looked at the dull matchbox concrete high rise buildings and they just stared back at me with a forbidding look. I felt there were so many things I would experience in the coming years within this now strange place. The car then turned into the drive way of a pretty two-story brick house. This was my uncle’s place and my home for the next three years. ‘Chori au au, kasto thulo bhayecha’, my grandmother greeted me with such a heart warming embrace. Her eyes twinkled with happiness and I realised how much I had missed out the love of my grandparents in the many years. I used to be so envious of my friends who talked about spending time with their grandparents during the summer holidays and getting spoilt rotten. Now, after all those summers it was my turn.