#AtoZChallenge : Stop this Train
A Saturday morning. Being one of those lazy kind of days when I didn’t have to rush to office nor have grand plans for the weekend, I decided to back to sleep. Though I tossed and turned on the bed, I couldn’t get any sleep. The weather was cloudy, slightly gloomy for the sunny morning that I prefer waking up to. The wind was more of a mad rush rather than the gentle breeze that I loved. I don’t know if it was the weather or the fact that I was alone in my room, I began to feel lonely. And that loneliness slowly made way to sadness.
When I was a little girl, I wanted to grow up and be an adult. I could be independent and I could make my own decisions. When I was a teenager, I wanted to live away from home. A new city, a new beginning and new dreams to turn to reality. I used to fight with my mom and ask her to let me study in a different city so that I could stay in a hostel. But my mom being the overprotective mother that she is, never let me stay in a hostel.
And then finally came that day, when I landed a job which required me to go to a new city. I was on cloud nine though I knew that I’d miss home sooner or later. My mom was happy for me but I could see that she was worried about me. I’d assured that I’d be okay and that I would take good care of myself.
That was 2 years ago.
Today all I wanted to do was to go back home. I kept asking myself why did I even grow up. Life was so much simpler and happier then. I could stay at home and enjoy all the love that was showered on me be it in the form of yummy food, care when I was sick, a good listener when I just wanted to speak my heart out. I know I could go home if I wanted to. But I knew a couple of days at home weren’t what I wanted. I wanted to back in time and let time freeze.
I’d grown up and I was independent. I was capable of taking care of myself, yet I felt this was going all too quickly. Life was moving faster than I’d imagined. I just wanted it to stop so that I could go back and be that little girl all over again. I wanted my childhood back. A tiny tear rolled down my cheeks. I wish I could just go back home.
Just then my phone rang. No prizes for guessing whose call it was.
“Hello Alana. How is my little girl doing? All okay? Did you have breakfast? Did you sleep well?”
“Yes Mumma”, I said wiping away my tears.
“Are you okay? You sound a little sad.”
“I’m okay Mumma, it is just the weather. Mumma, I had to tell you something.”
“What is it?”
“I love you! And I miss you!”
“I love you a lot Alana. And I miss having you around. Come home as soon as you get some days off okay?”
I wanted to go home right then!
I’m participating in the A to Z Challenge and all through April I’ll be writing about the Life and Times of a Twenty something! What are you best memories or expectations from your twenties? Let me know in the comments.