Its funny how things change owing to circumstances. A dreaded weekend knocks at my door again. And no matter how much I dread it, I gotta live thru it.
I know by now you must be thinking that what’s wrong with me. Dreading a weekend!!!
Well yes a person who used to look forward to weekends & crave for a holiday on a Saturday has been replaced by this person who’s weekend phobic now.
Don’t misconstrue this for having lost the spark in life. Its just that when an empty room devoid of family and friends stares back at you for 2 consecutive days, it gets a little too much.
These are not some lame self pitying emotions. But some facts which very few people who stay away from their hometown would care to admit.
Agreed with all the gyaan, which is avlbl in abundance, that go out, make new friends, and blah blah blah blah.
But somewhere deep down only I know and can really feel what I go thru on a weekend .I miss the luxury of waking up late in my room, miss the late breakfast that only my mom can make the way she makes it, strolling around my house, playing with my niece, marveling at her antics, being bullied by my elder brother, and me in turn taking undue advantage of my second elder brother ,having serious discussions with my dad, and catching up nineteen to dozen with my mom.
Just a small drive around my town makes me feel so connected with it. Every street reminds me of hundreds of things attached to it. I can literally stand on the road and just soak myself in the warmth all around me.
The contentness, the warmth, the peacefulness that I feel there is something, that’s mesmerizing.
Wish that every weekend when I open my eyes I find myself in this world. Only and only if all wishes could come true.
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