Going home woulnt be fun if u dont have a loved one waiting for u., a mother,father,a sister, a friend, or ur spouse. We are all so lucky coz we hve them... there are indeed people who are homeless, for them home will be like no joy at aall.. there is always something different about home, it might as well get boring and annoying at times.. but we get nostalgic about everything that is paired with the word HOME.
HOME SWEET HOME is what it is called... its like a calling from home for us where ever we are.. the smell of fresh air early morning (meaning u have to wake up), the breeze that blows through my face is like revisiting my childhood.. yes thats where i grew up ... and prolly thats where i'll die... if i get sick i always long for home..to the place where i belong.. i know there is always my mothers care ,dad's protection, sisters teases... and the neighbours noise , and though the streets are not as noisy as in delhi ... hell its always jammed. Some thing i know i am sure when i go home is the smiles that would welcome.. the mountains,rivers,, the crowded markets, the school kids returning home.... sigh i was one of them... but the situation still is the same ... i go home for holidays away from my studies except that i have grown older.
Sad i am not going home soon but looking at some of my friends going home makes me want to just run home.. if only it was nearby... i feel very bad for some people who dont have anyone waiting at home... but sure there is their childhood, innocence, and a story worth telling wen they grow older and have babies. Everyone is not so fortunate as us.... and we are not as deprived as the rest of them..... so here again.. cheers to life!!! :)
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