I migrate: When you call me a migrant .. You label me. And you feel comfortable behind that label. You think you understand me. Or it evokes a sense of pity in you. The defining of me makes me more comprehensible to you. Less scary. Because you like certainty. You want things to be stable. That is what you mean by security, pension and gratuity.

I am not a migrant. Yes I migrate. And I love migrating. Have you ever tried it? When you a watch a flock of Siberian cranes , do you feel pity or do you feel awe? Don't you wish in the innermost regions of your heart that you too had the courage to migrate, once in a while. The migrating birds will not feed for months. And many of our species actually fly over the Everest. And many will not make it. Migrating is a choice of courage. Or maybe it is not a choice. It is Just the way we are. We know the hardship we take on. For freedom. And then we come back with the homing instinct. And we willingly do that. It is part of us. Till the next journey. We rest at home. And then soon we wish to migrate and it begins all over again. And that is the way it has been for eons.

When you see me migrating, you feel I need help. And you compulsively come out of your comfort homes. And you feed me. And give me water. I accept it. Yes I am hungry. Yes I am thirsty. I honor your offer. Will you also honor my journey? Will you cheer me on? And applaud me also. As you cheer the marathoner. You do not understand why he runs and puts himself through the hardship. And so you will not understand why we choose to take the long walk home. So cheer us too. Share our hopes and dreams. And walk a few miles with us. And yes some of us are fearful. And angry. And alienated. And look let down. That is the appearance we have to put out for you. Because our innermost urges are beyond your comprehension.

You read about words like surrender, and contentment and faith. You spend a life time trying to grasp the meaning. I get to live it everyday. You isolate yourself behind a concrete prison. I get to inherit the earth and the nature. In all its glory. The sun. The night sky. The stars. The cold. And the sunrise.