It's really amusing how life will take us right up there and escalate our happiness so very much and then in one swift ninja move, cuts you up and brings you down.
Now you would be thinking that ive got injured or been in an accident.
Now you would be thinking that ive got injured or been in an accident.
Not really . In fact, my flight back to India from Germany was excellent and extremely smooth. But the sad thing here is, I'm back "home." And whichever way I look at it, im not happy.
To be honest here, I felt right at home at DFI. The everyday routine, the football, the pitches, the food, the environment, no traffic, the coaches, the players, basically, a footballers life. And i was lucky enough to have lived it for a month and I am eternally grateful to my parents and Eric Sir. DFI, Germany will always be "home", regardless of where I go, or what I pursue because living a footballers life is something else. It's beautiful.
I landed and decided to test myself against my fellow countrymen. So i headed straight for practice, and wow. Like really, wow. I stood out, and that too, quite a lot. My game just had this extra piece of magic which i guess I really needed to compete at the highest level of Mumbai's football scene.
Now that I look at it. "Home" isn't the place where you have lived forever. It's where you are most comfortable and in love with.
"Home" is Deutsches Fussbal Internat, Bad Aibling, Germany.
