Home....
After what seems eternity I finally manage to give my blog one last attempt at life. But this time I have an alibi. A good one at that.
Home.
After some major scheming, I finally managed to pull off a trip that my parents were totally unaware of and least expected. Just as they were wondering where I’d vanished to, one Saturday evening I rang the doorbell.
Let me be honest here and confess that I have never seen my parents that happy, in my whole life. My dad is usually reticent and inexpressive when it comes to his “emotions” whereas mom is the polar opposite. But that Saturday evening it was different. My dad hugged me tight, and told me how happy he was to see me whereas mom just watched silently with tears welled in her eyes.
Strangely for a moment, I felt I mattered.
Is’nt it wonderful that the word “home” encompasses so many emotions? Happiness, warmth, joy, security, steaming mugs of coffee, gossip about X uncle’s, Y aunties and their latest attempts at clowning around, giving your dog a bath, eating hot appams straight out of the pan, and so much more.
A world as simple as it can get, devoid of ramifications or complications. A world all of us love to be in. A world, which we can call as ours.
For 15 days, I felt the warmth that I failed to see for 25 years. I guess, you never realize the value of something unless you lose it. I have lost the warmth and comfort of staying with my parents because work has taken me far away from them. I doubt if I will ever get those times back. Today, I feel the value of it all.
Now back home in Singapore, (though I really wonder if home or house fits the phrase better), I look back at those 15 days as the most beautiful to have happened in a long time, and I really wonder why it all had to come to an end. I guess I’ll have to console myself by saying its all a part of being on the mean median.
Miss you acha, amma.
Home.
After some major scheming, I finally managed to pull off a trip that my parents were totally unaware of and least expected. Just as they were wondering where I’d vanished to, one Saturday evening I rang the doorbell.
Let me be honest here and confess that I have never seen my parents that happy, in my whole life. My dad is usually reticent and inexpressive when it comes to his “emotions” whereas mom is the polar opposite. But that Saturday evening it was different. My dad hugged me tight, and told me how happy he was to see me whereas mom just watched silently with tears welled in her eyes.
Strangely for a moment, I felt I mattered.
Is’nt it wonderful that the word “home” encompasses so many emotions? Happiness, warmth, joy, security, steaming mugs of coffee, gossip about X uncle’s, Y aunties and their latest attempts at clowning around, giving your dog a bath, eating hot appams straight out of the pan, and so much more.
A world as simple as it can get, devoid of ramifications or complications. A world all of us love to be in. A world, which we can call as ours.
For 15 days, I felt the warmth that I failed to see for 25 years. I guess, you never realize the value of something unless you lose it. I have lost the warmth and comfort of staying with my parents because work has taken me far away from them. I doubt if I will ever get those times back. Today, I feel the value of it all.
Now back home in Singapore, (though I really wonder if home or house fits the phrase better), I look back at those 15 days as the most beautiful to have happened in a long time, and I really wonder why it all had to come to an end. I guess I’ll have to console myself by saying its all a part of being on the mean median.
Miss you acha, amma.
posted by Rajan Rambles at 12:18 AM
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