"Wake up..",mom whispered in my ears.It was a cold February morning,my first day of trip to my home after an year.I could feel her cold lips in my ears,her cold hands on my face.I burried my face deep into the blanket.I could hear a lot of birds and people all around.It was a strange feeling.My mom's whisper,the early morning light,the warmth of my quilt,my dad's voice nearby,the slender rays of sun in my room,the spider cob on the celing..all felt strange,as if this was something I was longing for a long long time,for all these years.It was something special,I dont know what,but it somehow made me feel blessed.I knew this time will pass away but I wished if it could always feel the same.
I went to the window from the bed.It was bright all around.I stood facing the sunrays from the window. The morning sun was on my face,on my hands.It felt pure. I touched the glass pane.It was warm,I could feel the warmth on my fingers,on my face. I was lost somewhere.The mornings's soul was deep inside me.
Two lines of Khaled Hosseini came to my mind..
"One couldnot count the moons that shimmer on her roofs
Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls"
I felt content,I felt satisfied,I felt happy..happy after a long time. A smile came to my face from somewhere deep within.
Life,Sweet Life !!
