BACK! But how do I begin to tell the stories...

Have you ever felt, at any point in your life, that the things happening to it are completely steamrolling you? How, you get caught up in a rollercoaster that will make you lose your breath and feel as if your heart has stopped?
That is just plain rhetoric, but if it has happened to you, then you know how I feel now.
I have tried over the past month to recollect my thoughts and sit down to write a few lines. But somehow it was mostly impossible. So much was happening so quickly to me, there was simply no Wordsworthian tranquility in which I could collect my emotions, put them down as words and clarify them for myself, if not others!
I have done a million things, including taken my first REAL ride on a rollercoaster, survived it, watched human beings packed like sardines in a car in the America-Mexico border, learnt the salsa (though I'm terrible at it), walked Hollywood's Path of Fame, warmed my hand on a cold day in the warm spring of the Roman baths at Bath, lost my money, passport and recovered them, looked deep into the eyes of fattened cows on ranches in Nebraska, watched corn being de-husked and even an American football game...
THAT, as you can see, is my problem. Where do I start and where do I end?

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Feels nice to be back at home! Feels nice to: take the good ol' sun on my upturned face, breathe in the stale, conditioner-filtered air at Chennai International Airport, jump the long queue at customs thanks to an influential friend (you cannot imagine how MUCH that made me feel at home!), eat 'mutta dosa' and curd rice not contaminated by flavoured yoghurt, why I even felt that warm fuzz when I turned on the television set and SUN TV came up! Jeez, I AM destroyed, eh?!