Tuesday, December 30, 2008

missing home...

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….