LAKE SHORE DRIVE, LAKE TO MY RIGHT

I have not felt homesick for my 'old' life in a long, long time. Today I feel it, in waves. One memory: driving along Lake Shore drive, lake to my right, on the way to Devan. For lunch. Or shopping. Or threading. Or to meet friends. Traffic slowed to a crawl on Devan, the kids in cars blasting Bollywood tunes and little knots of people crossing the street without looking, just like in India.