A week ago, after a long 17 years, I had experienced the loss and abandonment of my birth mother. It was as unexpected as it ever could have been. I cried and cried for days, wondering why she would do such a horrible thing. Leave me. As I prepare for my journey back home, I can't help but wonder will we ever find each other? Will we just so happen to run into each other on the streets of Calcutta, as where my life began? Well, I know that this is just plain too unrealistic. But I can dream. So many thoughts coming in during the emotional, yet eye-opening process of preparing for an unfathomable journey...