Bliss of Being Home

This evening while I was in the kitchen, stirring fish-potato curry in the frying pan, these words ran through my mind, about the bliss of being at home, being with my family...
My studies snatches away a big chunk of my time away from my parents, who are gracefully ageing together. It pains me so much to see them growing older each vacation. Sometimes, I just wish I could stop the time. Stop this moment and be their daughter forever. Be a little girl for them forever and entertain and do all my ugly-wriggling dances for them every evening to hear their laughters.

Out in the towns and cities and the madding crowd, people are so harsh and money minded. Sometimes its such a scary thing to realise that more than 80% of the people you meet in life are selfish and artificial. All around there in the city are dust, dirt, heat, shouts, mental pressure, everyone in a hurry and urgency of different sorts. Like, patience is a dead tree inside every one.

And then, when all is over and I am home. I again meet the old me. The one who grew up in this home, I become me again. The smell of the house, the shape of the walls, same old stuffs and the same kind of thoughts running inside me. Life is so simple and predictable at home. I am suddenly so changed when I am home, more relaxed and natural.

The quietness of the morning dawn.
The footsteps of the newspaper man.
The cuteness of my dog's happy embrace.
Small talks with dad reading Arunachal Times.
And mom, briefing us about the Aaj Tak horoscope do's and don'ts.
Waving goodbye to Papa to his office.
Spaces and lot of spaces.
For reading and watching television, for tossing dairies and rolling around.
Late afternoons, before the sun sets, hopping around in the backyard.
Plucking herbs for salad, bitter gourd, bottle gourd, tomatoes, chillies...
Such a pleasure in owning small kitchen garden and cooking for those you love.
And the evening arrives for us trio and we meet and talk again like old estranged friends and watch soccer in ESPN till late night.

Such is the pleasure of being home. Now I am back to my room after saying goodnight to my parents after a filling dinner and my parents loved what I cooked. Trust me, I am quite a lazybone elsewhere but it's quite a pleasure to cook for those whom we love.

Such is the pleasure of being home, being with our family, being their daughter, being there for them and most importantly sharing our togetherness. I have always loved my parents, yes everyone does, but this is the point of my life that I am truly, madly and deeply in love with them.

Wishing you and your family a goodnight from my world.
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