I imagine you maa, opening the door,smiling and calling my pet name... you could see the flesh i have lost, the dark circles under my eyes and that i havent eaten anything since morning...and all it takes for you is just one look at me....
And then you run to the kitchen to ensure that the boiling milk doesn’t spill out of the pan….I imagine oiling amma’s hair and her knitting, while I do so….
I imagine opening my almirah that contains my school books, drawing copy ,water colours, letters from friends…the old sweaters, discarded shirts and school jacket….the hair clips and bangles….
I imagine lying under the sun, on the cot, till I feel dizzy…doing nothing for the whole day and still feeling great!
I guess I am missing home….
Through the fences
10 years ago
5 comments:
aww....
haye mera shweetu.........dnt worry u wil b leaving fr home soooon .um missing u babes!!luvya :)
if aunty gets to read this she will definitely cry.....their deewali xmas and new year are yet to come...and by the way nothin new to mention very well written ..let me clear tu hai na mujhe bahut miss kar rahi hai actually..;)
@sapna
"let me clear tu hai na mujhe bahut miss kar rahi hai actually"
wah re "jabarjasti" :P
rupa!!!
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