#MondayMusings : Of the warmth of home
I was at home for most of the last week and now when its time to go back to Bangalore, I do not want to go. I miss the warmth of home!
Staying away from home is never easy. But at some point of time in life, we have to move away. Be it for education, for the sake of a career or for any other reason. No matter how old you are, you’ll miss home unless you have a strong reason not to.
There was a time in my life when I wanted to stay away from home. I asked my mother to enroll me in a college in a different city for my education but she’d have none of it. I remember her telling me, “In future you’ll have to go outside to find a job, so why hurry? Stay with me for 4 years.” I felt bad then but now in retrospect I am glad that I was at home for 4 more years. May be the grass is always greener on the other side!
But why this sudden emotional longing for home? I think it has something to do with the fact that I was ill for a few days. The only reason why I was at home for most of last week was because I was ill. Falling ill is only natural but there’s a point after which it annoys you. From the time I’ve stayed away from home, I’ve fallen ill often. I know it has to do with the food and there’s nothing much that I can do about that. Last week when I was ill, I visited the doctor, took all the medicines and ensured that I was eating only the food that the doctor had permitted me to eat. Yet, I wasn’t okay. It was then that I decided that I had to go home. I did and I’m better now.
So what changed? The warmth of home. No matter how old you are, you need the warmth of a mother’s care sometimes to get better!
As I packed my bags to go back, a feeling of sadness swept over me. A tide of memories swept over me. I remembered the days of my childhood and all the moments here. Now most of days at home are rushed because there always a lot of things to do. As I leave, I crave for more days at home. I think in the race that we run everyday, it is good to come back home once in a while.
Linking this to Monday Musings at Everyday Gyaan.
Home has warmth .Thats truth.There is nothing like mothers love.
Yes! Thanks for reading 🙂
HI Reema. this time you had surprised me, I was expecting to read again a beautiful poem….but loved this too. your post has given me nostalgic feeling. you are right there is no place like home. and it always good to come back home once in a while.
Yes, there is no place like home. I’m glad you loved this 🙂
Oh yes, I remember those food from hostel days, even today I feel sick just remembering about it. I’m glad that you are feeling better after enjoying the warmth and pamper at home. Take care, Reema.
Thank you so much Vinitha 🙂
Home is where the heart is…home is where mom is!
I hear you, Reema! I miss my home, my mom and my dad and all their pampering!
Sometimes I feel bad that I’ve grown up because I miss home!
I’ll be going home after 8 months. Can’t wait! Mom’s cooking, they way she gives me a head massage, Dad’s morning tea and evening walks talking life and philosophy…home I’ll see you soon.
Hope you’ll have a lovely time at home! I can understand how excited you must be!
Home is where the heart is! Sorry to hear about your health troubles Reemz; hope you stay strong and perked up to keep enjoying your chosen vocation and lifestyle. More power to you!
Thank you so much Shalz. Yes, I am getting better now.