Haix... Feeling sad. Not becos I had another fight with mi parents or watever...but becos i just feel homesick...
Dont get me wrong...Im not overseas or anything, but moving out of a place you've lived in your wholelife makes you long for home.
It was weird. I'd always felt that mi house was like a jail where I was always cooped up with nothing to do except rot. It was always a place of anguish and pain...but when you realize that you may never step foot into the place you grew up in...you see the better side of your house.
I woke up on sat...on mi bed. Probably the last time i would wake up in my home. I looked around at the walls...walls which sheltered me all this years. I remembered the fun we had painting those walls, decorating them with stickers and posters...placing glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. All the stupid games me and mi brother used to play in there...All the late night PS2ing wit mi bro n cuzins...The very intimate moments I had with a special someone...
I got off mi bed, touching the walls lightly...Their normally cold touch was replaced today with a warmth...I walked out my room...into a living room washed with bright golden sunlight...It was beautiful...I walked through the kitchen and into the bathroom...I got dressed and walked around the house, just reminiscing about everything that had happened in this house as far back as i can remember.
Everyone of mi birthdays was celebrated in this house...
Every scolding i got from mi parents...
All the crazy games me and mi bro used to play, pretending we were on fantastic journeys through imaginary lands.
All the crazy times we had when mi cuzins or friends came over...
The fights I had with my family...
Relaxing in a quiet corner on a rainy afternoon with a book...
Slacking around and surfing the net...
Friday nights wit KFC and a good movie...
Mi pet fish and rabbit...
The crazy dance floors we had when our relatives came over for deepavali.
Thoughts kept running through mi mind as we waited for the tenants.
All mi teenage life, I'd viewed these 4 walls and a roof to be a prison...It wasnt...It never has been
It was a place to escape the prison. A place to relax and recover...to have fun... to enjoy the company of your family. Those front doors were always open for me...whether it was to go out into the world....or back home into comfort. This was place where i grew up...where i learnt to be who i am today.
Memories may fade in my mind...but these walls will always remember...
I finally realized as i picked up mi bags, put on mi shoes and walked out the door...
There is no place like home
