Life’s a journal…..

I had a dream like every other person…...and it is to have a home near to office……. Strange as it seems for all of you, aint it?

But for me it was really a dream because it used to take more than 2 hours to reach my office and most of my time was spent in travelling. As the old adage speaks, “If the mountain won't come to Muhammad then Muhammad must go to the mountain.”…so in order to fulfil this little dream of mine, I had to go to Singapore. But as they say, dreams are only good in “dreams”, if you know what I mean……Now that I am near to my office , it may seem happy, but am away from home and life away from home isn’t as beautiful as it is in dreams. Its only after you are away from home you would realize why people use the phrase 'home sweet home'. Since my inception on earth, I was never away from home and as for me i always thought that life away from home was wonderful just b'coz you can do things you want to do.. no one to boss you around(wonderful! isnt it?!). Just the thought of it used to make me so happy. May be its b'coz of my family where people cant stand see me strain myself... no doubt its nice to sit back,relax and watch people do things for you ...but not forever! When I landed here in SG, I call it the starting day when realization began to dawn on me. Slowly i started realizing that life away from home was not as much fun as i imagined it to be, it was something so damn different!... I had to do many things that i never did before. I had to cook work and wash ….and what not… although i had good house-owner and cousin who help me with the process... but in-spite of having them for me.. it was still difficult. Gradually all the excitement i had for staying away from home started fading away ....

Well, today I am missing many things, dad, mom, friends, family, hyderabad and her. ……………..i was completely different until the day she stepped into my life. She stepped in like a dream....mmm..

Well, today for some reason memories about her showered like a mist and somewhere in my mind i can sense that all the coming days will not be mine.... memories alone would be my gift..my beautiful memories……I cannot forget that day when I was in airport and just about to leave, she was before me with a flash of happiness on her face and a contented look…I can never forget that look of hers……..

Tears that seldom comes from my eyes fell… I have seen many people hurt, many painful things, but when I saw her like that I couldn’t bear….. May be at that time she was like a beautiful riddle to me…she was just like a miracle..

It is almost late night here now, a cold night..i can stare from my window a Chinese couple romancing down my apartment, a few kids playing beside them and enjoying a fire light dance.

I can hear them singing merrily J

Is it a color of love or a color of merry?

which sculpture’s dream are you ? Which heart’s desire are you?

Are you jasmine in plaits? Or are you rainbow in clouds?

Is this fragrance yours? Is my ecstasy true?

Or is it all YOU?

Your words are sweet..your movement is pretty

Is sky bowing down at your beauty?

Why are flying away like a humming bird…., Don't give a furtive look and disturb me…..

Like a fishing bait... Don't entice me with your talk and let me walk......just let me walk J

So is this really “homesickness”, i wonder !!!!!