After six all-nighters and six whole crappy exams, and still more work, and the little voice in your head singing to you - "Ghar aaja pardesi tera des bulaaye re", and watching a classic example of taming the shrew on the upper berth and getting off the train groggy and with a mark on your nose at five am at a very very crowded station. Priceless.
"It's a funny thing about comin' home. Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same. You'll realize what's changed is you"