They miss the chaos. They miss the 6 AM bathroom queue. They miss the grandmother gossiping in the kitchen. They miss the unsolicited advice from aunties. They miss the feeling of never being truly alone.
Because in the end, is not just a way of living. It is a way of surviving. And these daily life stories —messy, loud, and absurdly loving—are the real, beating heart of a billion people.
But ask any Indian living abroad, alone in a quiet, clean, spacious apartment in New York or London, what they miss most. They don't miss the monuments. They don't miss the food (they can cook that).