its strange...
its a long gone feeling and its come rushing back as if it wasn't ever gone...
life in Bangalore has just started ma and baba have shifted in and today i stride in... in a small room that itself looks shyly at its inmates i find old dusty images of our home back from past.
its seems a weird feeling of staying again... only the four of us under the same roof as a family... no uncles aunts grandma no one in miles...
as i look eerily forward to the days ahead of us i know my association with this home will never be much... but what hits is when i am duly made to feel so.. anyways... but experiences and feeling if gathered are enough in a week than in nine months ...
its strange... very...
life has a its hiccups and this is definitely one of them... my home NO! bhai's home = baba's home is Not = my home... home is where the heart reside i think my soul is madly intoxicated by the dusty smell of my moth ridden table back home.. i cant think beyond it.. i know this will hurt at times to know that my three inmates will share a new space without me... a sense of jealousy? yes but carefully and yet suffocatingly wrapped in pride.. MY BROTHER's HOME...
well i guess... life is a box of chocolates. You never know what u'll get.
2 comments:
It's very touching. I found it more emotional than most of your writings. Emotions are expressed brilliantly.
It's time you find your own space in this world.
And invite your loved ones in. I know no one ever expected you to have your own 'Nest' but when you do establish yours,
Me and them, will all be standing proudly next to you . .
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