Return to roots

My onsite is coming to an end. I have to go back to India by May 31.
Oru mudivula irunthu thaan pudhu arambam varum. :) (Yaenna onnu mudincha thaan innonnu arambikka mudiyum .. athan)
But suddenly my feet are getting stuck and I donot want to go back.
I'm getting afraid of cow dungs in streets, hot sun, karunanidhi, jayalalitha, team members,
salaray in rupee, traffic. I also am looking with 'echai' in 'naaku' at good veg biriyanis, fantastic restaurants, east coast road, seeniyoda thanni, ninaicha neram vacation, paathiram kaluva house maid, et al. India is the only place in the world where the day can be filled with a lot of diverse things. In the same day, u can talk sophisticatedly to ram down a technical point with great oratory in office and go straight to market and haggle with the poor veg seller for 2 rupees. Probably this is what makes indians more street smart. Ever since I have come to Canada, I donot hv any oppurtunity to practise these precious Indian skills. Carla idichavantaa sandai pottu kaasu vangurathu .. signal podaama poravanai ketta varthaila thittittu kaathu kizhiya horn adikkarathu .. There is no place else where u can enjoy more personal freedom by abusing public decency and freedom. At the same time, I'm also afraid of the things I mentioned.