What is it to be physically in 1 land and mentally in another?

I can still feel the soft evening breeze of the mountains of Palakkad. I can still smell the delicious aroma of Cochin's sea food curries. I can still see the light of an oil lamp being in the evening outside a house in Calicut.

A houseboat ride in Kumarakom. A walk on Kovalam beach at sunset. A prayer in a Guruvayurappa temple in Thiruvanthapuram at the crack of dawn.....

Where is my India? Where am I?

I am in this dull and colourless place with no heart and no soul. Why must I be in this place which was a political prision in Czarist Russia? Why must I be an Aziat, a stupid Korean in this white man's land?

That is life for now. Atleast I still dream of India