There’s an inflection point in life that once you cross you can never really go back home permanently (and when I say home, I mean India for me specifically). You get over the emotional heartstrings in a few years, and eventually even your parents do not seem to have that pull on you that you once imagined they did. I often wonder if I had just listened to my heart in the initial years, would I have gone back to India? How would’ve life turned out in years hence? Would I’ve had more time with my mom? Would I be close to my brother, dad & family in same city? How would have that turned out? I guess I will never know now, but its a part of life that I will always wonder, and feel guilty about making the choices that I did.