I have been a little ill since last evening. Guess it is just the ill-effects of the monsoon setting in. So I decided to spend this day in my rooms on a continuous dose of Rhus Tox, homemade food, books and movies.
It is five in the afternoon now. Feeling somewhat refreshed after my afternoon nap, all I need is a cup of tea.
I drew the curtains aside and let the soft afternoon light flood my room.
It has been a more or less clear sky today. I sat on my bed and peeped through my window.
People are already on the street. The young kids of my colony are hard at football. Pity they don't have the luxury of an open playground like we, small town dwellers, have in our childhood. I sat watching them play. Mostly with caution, sometimes reckless - hitting the nearby garages and gates with the football, sometimes dodging the vehicles passing by, but still enjoying in their small periphery.
The big green leaves of the tree at my window waving in the breeze. The birds chirping. Returning to their homes after a long day's work.
Suddenly I missed my home and my family very much (which I usually do many times in a day).
If I was at home now, I would be having tea with my Dad telling stories from his childhood and youth, my Maa sitting nearby on a stool. Maybe some delicacy would be in making in the kitchen, waiting to be served in the supper.
Sometimes, you wish if you could hold on to these moments forever.
I remember when I was a kid, I just couldn't wait to grow up and charge into the world to make it big. And now, how I wish I was a little girl again and always have my Dad hold my hand and lead me on, my Maa tucking me in bed when I am ill and my Bro saving toffees from his school so that he can bring them home to me.
Growing up and being on your own isn't that good after all. Maybe it is the sickness forcing the weary mind into depression.
Only if I didn't have to make that cup of tea all by myself, I know the world would become a little more cheerful!
It is five in the afternoon now. Feeling somewhat refreshed after my afternoon nap, all I need is a cup of tea.
I drew the curtains aside and let the soft afternoon light flood my room.
It has been a more or less clear sky today. I sat on my bed and peeped through my window.
People are already on the street. The young kids of my colony are hard at football. Pity they don't have the luxury of an open playground like we, small town dwellers, have in our childhood. I sat watching them play. Mostly with caution, sometimes reckless - hitting the nearby garages and gates with the football, sometimes dodging the vehicles passing by, but still enjoying in their small periphery.
The big green leaves of the tree at my window waving in the breeze. The birds chirping. Returning to their homes after a long day's work.
Suddenly I missed my home and my family very much (which I usually do many times in a day).
If I was at home now, I would be having tea with my Dad telling stories from his childhood and youth, my Maa sitting nearby on a stool. Maybe some delicacy would be in making in the kitchen, waiting to be served in the supper.
Sometimes, you wish if you could hold on to these moments forever.
I remember when I was a kid, I just couldn't wait to grow up and charge into the world to make it big. And now, how I wish I was a little girl again and always have my Dad hold my hand and lead me on, my Maa tucking me in bed when I am ill and my Bro saving toffees from his school so that he can bring them home to me.
Growing up and being on your own isn't that good after all. Maybe it is the sickness forcing the weary mind into depression.
Only if I didn't have to make that cup of tea all by myself, I know the world would become a little more cheerful!
2 comments:
bhison bhabe chai re.....boro hoar bojh dhote dhote ar parchi na....remember how we enjoyed our english tuition classes???...
Aah! We had a nice childhood! :)
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