"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 !!
u wer rite, its l'll boring, but we need sum MASALA in it,
ReplyDeleteinsert any childhood frnd(LADY(CRUSH) of urs in it.......
like, as if she was also waiting in her house......... for u 2 cum in d window,on tht beautiful mrng, as she was to see u after a long & boring yr of ur ENGG.
............. then Bla Bla Bla.....
Ok.
ADD SOME "MASALA"(FAKE) to it........As per my thinking....
But make that FAKE part as a last option....
I knw its a FIRST day of ur trip, but still we need some Romance or Surprise on d first mrng, instead of boring daily natural routine.......
OK?
The wordings & start is good....quite Emotional.... But keep it at certain level......
U knw Public want Changes....
OK/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\.
Anyws good work...
KEEP IT UP.......
First of all,I never write anything fake,secondly I dont write anything for masala public and lastly nor did I write for anyone. I write for myself..I feel,thts why I write.I express what I feel. Never mind,these things r never going2change wenevr I write watevr in my Life.
ReplyDeleteAnyways thnx,I appreciate ur inputs :)
Hey, tat was touching!! makes me nostalgic n homesick!! :(
ReplyDeletesimple n elegant!!!
There is no place like Home!! ask me I at home for about an year now lolz!!
ReplyDeleteThe phase of serene satisfaction has been expressed in a very good manner and it is a self explanatory.I like it.
ReplyDeleteI think that's very kind of Home Sweet Home feeling..!!!
ReplyDeleteWarmth of home love in cold windy morning ....WOW..!!!
thats the only thing which we bachelors suffer from...
Succinct lucid piece. Nostalgia is something. Your post reminded me of something I wrote a while ago..
ReplyDeleteChirps from the flowering gulmohar tree outside forced his eyes open. Tender morning rays of the sun strolled in as he opened the windows. There were no risks to analyze. Surrounded by the love and security of his people and the warmth of memories the house brought, he had been cradled to a much needed slumber. He had slept 10 hours straight after he had come home to Mysore.
The aroma of filtered coffee and akki(rice) rotti, a Karnataka delicacy, wafted thru the air. After a quick shower, Arvind joined his mother at the breakfast table. Excitement and anticipation filled the air and infused anyone who took it in.