Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Home?

                                 This Saturday, lying on the grass near the not so wavering river and soaking the sun in the sheryl crow manner and enjoying one of the few counted days of sun in Germany. Sun- after hailing from the pan fried country, who could imagine to look forward to its presence and enjoy it like they had never witnessed one? So many things become different once you loose being in regular touch with them.So was the Sun, It became different for me. The days I see it on the full bloom,impelling its hot spell, I feel close enough to where I belong.Reminds me of home.And that thought brings the comforting gleam on my face.
                                 A sudden , the winds started blowing bringing the grumpy clouds slowly to surmount the tropical summer sun. Yet another remarkably German weather. It doesn't even take 15 minutes for the sky to transform from clear blue to bags of grey-black,blown-up gloopy water downpour messengers. I see everyone packing up their mats, picnic boxes, everything to get going.

 "Pri, lets go home. It seems that it will rain mercilessly. Get up, hurry. We gotta catch the tram" said my friend. With not much thinking and concentrating on the thought in my head, I obeyed to her suggestion like it was an order. "Home" - the word just got me into trance of feelings mixed with memories. 
                               Walking along the bank of the river towards the bridge to catch the tram, the word engrossed me in a different world of thinking. How often have I changed both -the meaning and the location of this word? The answer travelled as far back as the age of 7, Grade-2. My first ever notice that the word "Home" has no permanency.  

Back then, when I was leaving Dehradun I asked my mother "Ma, why are we leaving our home?" 

"Who said that my child? We are just shifting our home. Its still the same- practically. Home is where the heart is. Its not a building my baby." she replied. 

Since then I have always clutched to these words. And it was never too difficult to change places, with this definition. 

                             It started drizzling and I split that definition and ponder deep on it.I wonder - Where is my heart? It usually wanders between two places- occasional home-sickness and affection for knowledge. Both of which stand in different physical zones. What is the right definition of home? Place where my ambitions carry me or Place where my roots belong?
                           On the bridge, we heard the tram bell. We were just a few steps away from the halt station when my friend uttered " Run pri, Else we wont be home before it rains hard." Breaking from the chain of thoughts and questions which were self answered, I ran as fast as I could to board the tram. We managed to climb inside, right on time. 

I looked at her and affirmed her  with a smile " So, we will be Home now".  And I knew this is my answer. Here lies my Home.