Main yahaan ajnabi hoon...

...and maybe the sense of being foreign to a place is really not that foreign. :)

It doesn't have to be a country, it could just be a roomful of "friends" that aren't quite that - but uncanny faces that you just did not anticipate. The familiar turns unfamiliar.

Perhaps it is good for the eyesight. Perhaps it is a reminder that you are not blind - that things you see are not even.

As a result, I approach strangers cautiously now. Even I am turning unfamiliar to myself.

I bought a book on psychology, presumably to understand minds better - but I think the mind that most fascinates me is my own. I don't know it at all.