Thursday, 2 June 2022

Summer nights

 This summer night is not all bad, staring at this sky full of stars is bringing back a lot of memories, mostly it's of home, home that I've not been to in last several years. Growing I never knew what home meant to me, maybe I still don't know. Moving to a new place every couple of years never actually made me feel content with a particular place, i didn't have a particular room where I grew up, i didn't had a home that captured all of my milestones, i didn't go to a school whose teachers recognised me from the elementary classes. Every few years it was a new place, new school and new people. In this constantly changing surroundings only constant thing I had was my summer vacations, I used to visit my dadi's place every summer, and she always hated when I called it as dadi Ghar, she urged that I call it as my own. Every summer I'd go there and see the same friends of mine waiting for me, same a bed I've always slept in, same kitchen shelves I'll sit on and the same sky full of stars waiting on me. Maybe it was just because I went there for the summer but I've never witnessed a cloudy sky over there, always there were stars to stare at. Every night all of the people will gather outside or sit on the terrace, kids will run and play, but I've always been a timid kid, too scared to fall from the edge of the roof I'll just calmly sit snuggled up with my dadi, she used to put her arms arround me that seeped of love and cool breeze. We'll sit hours like that looking at the stars and talking, she'll always tell me how she saw the glimpse of dada ji in my face, i was too naive to understand what she was expressing but I'll just nod and smile and ask about dada ji, she'll start telling me stories, she'll laugh and cry and sometimes I cried along with her. Sitting today under this sky full of stars I'm starting to feel the same way I felt those summer. But also staring at this sky is shouting at me and crying that in this constantly changing world only thing that has ever been constant is me, no matter where I ever went only this sky was there, so like always I'll follow this moon, somedays I'll be full somedays I'll be crescent but no matter what I'll always come back for the stars. 


Home

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