Home is where my Heart is
You look at the empty room that you reside in. The ticking of the clock is all the ‘life’ there is in this vast emptiness. You lie down on the cold floor. You want to feel the cool that it emanates. It’s wonderful and you close your eyes.
You remember the distinct fragrance of the hair oil that your father used every morning. It’s one of your treasures, your memories of home. You remember every time your mother put the washing machine to use, you would put in extra soap in the laundry to get extra froth, with which you would play later on… You got scolded everytime you tried your antics. But you never stopped!
You’re smiling now. The sad soft smile that comes whenever you get nostalgic. The smiles that are so much a part of the fragrant rememberance of your childhood.
You like to do things your own way, learn from your own mistakes, but tonight all you want is your mother to lead you, your father to tell you what to do.
Your hands ball into tight fists as you try to remember your sweethearts touch. He would be somewhere, he’s happy for you, you’re sure. You’re happy for him too.
And your sister… you miss those giggles at night, those sneaks and raids to the refridgerator, where you stole your dad’s beer…
You miss your dog, who loves beer and would always be an accomplice in almost all your crimes.
You miss home terribly and fall asleep on the cold floor. The cold floor gives you all the warmth you need tonight…
- Neha
Tags: home
madhavi says:
..like a thought ,by the beach…
December 27th, 2005 at 01:47 pm
anirudh says:
miss—i miss it all huh ?
December 27th, 2005 at 07:18 pm
shweta wadhwa says:
The pain of missing ur people is simply wonderful!
December 27th, 2005 at 08:45 pm
Varun says:
i lived all my childhood in hostels - dunnow what it would have been like living with family n bro’s n sis.
I wish i be born again and get a chance to grow up at home.. i wish… oh well..
December 28th, 2005 at 02:42 am
prislee says:
11.30 pm, cold floor,sleeping on the cold floor near her bed.The sheets smell of her shampooed hair, a lemonish-tangerine…hmmm…dolphin is lost in thoughts.
Even his T-shirt smells of her…the smell of a new born baby.Last time he will ever see his angel sleeping again, lost her in her own wonderland.
5hrs to sunrise…packing to do….sleep tight angel…and Dream
December 28th, 2005 at 11:07 pm
Hitesh Goel says:
My heart lies here,somewhere.
January 13th, 2006 at 12:03 pm