The flight touched down, sending a sudden jolt through my body. I looked outside through the aeroplane window, the view of lush trees and vast paddy field was refreshing. I was happy, delightful, kind of felt reborn. The Pilot applied the brakes, I can feel the inertia which made me throw forward in the seat even after the 500-tonne flying-giant came to a halt. Same thing happens with the life. At the end, all those beautiful moments which we enjoyed would be the one which will give us a reason to keep on going even after our lives become stagnant. When you leave your hometown, it would acquire an amount of nostalgia to it. Since I am a grown man and it is childish to be home sick so...... I could only feel nostalgic. Home is where your stories are born and it will get wings by the experiences we accumulate through journeys and after being tired of flying around for a while, you will have to go back to the place where you feel cosy , where you can be yourself, a place without inhibitions and that would be your HOME.
When I was a kid, April and May fell in the list of my favourite months. Not because it's going to rain and there would be mud all around, but those are the months my cousins would be here at our family house, in our hometown in Kerala. Those are the memories I would cherish forever. My grand-mother has 5 offsprings, 4 boys and a girl. My father is the second eldest of five. Then, he was the only one staying in Kerala and everyone else was in different parts of India, a Pan-India Family one could say. We were all present, it's like Parliament, shouting, laughing, scolding children, people everywhere, busy doing their chores. An outsider entering the home can still go unnoticed. Life was less complicated then. We were just ........just ourselves. Everyone you valued dearly is with you. It's like, the world has shrunken to a square block of bricks and mortar. Now it's all feel like a fairy-tale, one of the best things about joint-family. We are all tired of day's...
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