Why I yearn to return to good old India

Coz, I hate washing dishes at 10 o'clock at night. Coz I hate having to cook a concoction, after washing the dishes, which I gulp down close to midnight. Coz I feel like pulling out a "monkey cap", a detested item of my childhood, everytime I walk on the streets. Coz I hate eating "sweet" chicken dishes. Coz I have eaten enough lettuce to last me a life time. Coz I miss my mom's delicacies, my dad's preachings, my bro's obnoxious demands, my grandom's tales of the yesteryears, my friend's kicks on my butt at least once every year, the street vendors and their wares, the din of Howrah station, the opulence of Eden Gardens, the chicken tikka pizza of pizza hut (instead of the horrible barbq chicken I get here), coz I miss leading a decent life.